Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2016 20:14:41 -0800
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: NEW: Campers Delight part 2

Part 2


"Would you like to come over to my motorhome? It'll be more comfortable
than the shower room floor!"

"Naw..." the boy said, hanging his head, "Dad'll have dinner ready and be
wondering where the hell I've gotten off too.'

Frisking like a young colt, the boy head butted me in the arm, "Hey! I
know. Come to dinner and meet my dad."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Scott. Just dropping in for dinner like
that. I mean..."

"Aw, come on. Dad always makes plenty, and besides, I'll bet he likes
fucking you even more than I do. Dad's too big for me so I just suck him
off and I know he'd just love to have a nice butt like yours to fuck."

What with all the attendant pulling and teasing and urging and whining, I
was being introduced to Scott Senior before I had a chance to actually say,
"No." Instead I stood there like I was brain damaged, mouth hanging open
and all but audibly panting as I stared at the massive hunk who was
grinning as he looked me up and down. Scott Junior reverted to being a
nine-year-old and was bouncing around telling his dad all about how he met
me and how nice I was and what a good fuck I was and how he hoped his dad
liked me too so they could team fuck me and would it be okay if I stayed
for dinner and...

Senior waived Junior to silence and I blushed bright red as it suddenly
dawned on me what the boy had been telling his father. I blushed even
redder when I saw the hunger in the mans eyes. Then a deep basso rumble
came quietly and calmly from deep in the mans chest, "You hungry?"

"No." I said. Blushing again, I looked embarrassed and said, "Yes, I
mean... that is... I... uh..."

"Good!" laughed the big man. "I think a hungry man fucks better
anyway. Junior, you keep an eye on that soup and don't let it boil over." A
heavily muscular arm draped itself companionably over my shoulder and the
next thing I knew I was walking with the big man towards a huge fifth wheel
trailer. We somehow got inside and got the door closed without any major
accidents. Powerful arms locked me in place and cushy lips covered mine and
I just held on, more in shock than anything else.

{[And, as to your soup concerns, the intent is to built a certain uneasy
tension within the reader (which seems to have worked quite well with
you). Which tension carries over to the next story where it will be
resolved (along with other tension devices) to provide a mellowing mood
that wanders through the sexual excesses. That is/was my intent in any
case. I guess you'll just have to live with your tension until the next
installment, unless you whack yourself silly so you can relax and go to
sleep. How's that for some stubble propaganda technique? "The manipulation
of minds for the betterment of mankind."] This was a note in response to my
editors comments demonstrating my respect an concern for his well being. At
least, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it!}

"What's the matter?" asked the gentle giant, pulling back and looking at
me.

"I... Well. That is... Well, look at me. I'm old. Half crippled, balding,
fat, and no one has ever accused me of being good looking. Now, all of a
sudden, two of the best looking studs in the state are crawling all over me
like I was some kind of movie star or something. You tell me what's the
matter!"

The big man held me at arms length and carefully scrutinized me, head to
toe. "I've tried to teach my son to look inside a person before making any
judgments. He seems to like what you are; I like what I see inside of you,
what's not to like. Besides I just need to fuck, I haven't really thought
much about marriage and spending the rest of my life with you.

I laughed and snuggled back into his chest, his arms automatically
assisting me. "So... your son says that you have a pretty big member. Was
he fibbing?"

"Nope. My boy always speaks the exact truth as he knows it."

"Then it's true that he knows from first hand experience..."

Scott Sr. left off chewing on my ear while guiding me up the steps to his
bedroom just long enough to grunt a quick, "Un-huh."

I found myself stripped naked, trying to get all the clothes off a body I
could barely keep my hands off of long enough to unbutton his
clothing. Hairy, taut flesh. Big, dark-brown nipples, sticking out, begging
to be sucked and chewed. Belly hair long enough to bury your face and
joyfully wallow around in the corrugated ripples of his hard belly. A
crotch thicket so dense I had trouble worming my tongue through to lick the
salty musk from his hidden pubic flesh. He winked his asshole at me and I
dove beneath his balls to rim the springy band of muscle. He grunted and
slipped a big hot turd right into my mouth. "Well," I thought, "That
certainly takes care of dinner!" Tasty Turd Tort (or, perhaps, Chocolate
Log Surprise if the other is just too, too much), hot from the
oven. [Picking on my editor again. He HATED coprophilia!] Coming back up
from having finally parted the wild jungle of black hair surrounding the
big man's toot ring I stopped off at his balls to have a little
snack. Scott Sr. collapsed to his bed, his legs quivering, as I finally
managed to get one of his huge juice factories into my mouth.

Rampant, Scott Senior decided that I'd played around long enough. Pulling
my cock-slurping head off his monster cock he slapped my butt and said that
I was done playing around and that HE was ready to get busy. I clambered up
onto the bed and straddled his chest, presenting my ass to him as I plunged
my head back down on his pre-cum leaking cockhead. I heard the drawer in
the bedside table open and then felt something cool and slick being worked
into my ass. Scott Senior was a consummate ass man, knowing exactly how to
titillate and tease my bung hole until it was begging for one more finger
or just a bit more pressure. Under the pressure from my ass I hardly
noticed when I finally managed to completely deep-throat his monstrous hunk
of meat. Scott Senior noticed though, and responded by holding my face down
as he scrubbed his dense cock bush into my face and worked my ass over with
four of his huge fingers.

I was at the mercy of this huge man, and that's exactly how I wanted
it. Civilized behavior disappeared as I gave myself up to sensations and
the manipulations of the powerful cocksman in charge of my body in our
primeval dance of the dominance of one man over another. Holding nothing
back, I gave myself up completely into his hands.

"Yeah, Baby. That's it. Gimme that Man-Butt! You're mine now and I'm going
to use you. And when I'm done fucking you I'm going to give you to my son
so he can fuck you until I'm ready for seconds. You might as well stick
your head between your legs and kiss your asshole good-bye old man because
when my son and I are done with you all you're going to have left is a
Grade-A certifiable man-cunt that'll be needing cock all the time."

I knew I was loosing it, but suddenly I thought I was tweaking! My asshole
was taking one hell of a reaming from four long, thick fingers and another
big hand was twisting and pulling at my nuts as I tried to deepthroat the
bloated testicle filling my mouth while both my tits were being mauled so
wonderfully good that I was screaming around the man-flesh that was choking
me so well. Confused, panicking, I pulled back until Scott Senior's
slobbery nut audibly popped from my stretched lips. My head came out from
between Senior's legs and saw a grinning Scott Junior reaching beneath his
father to give my tits a good working over. I'm fat and a bit out of shape
so I've got big tits and Junior was loving it, working on my tits like
Casanova at a milk bar. I put my head back between Senior's legs as he
lifted my butt up to his face and rolled me up on my shoulders as he
squatted and spread his knees. I can take a hint. My tongue was up his
bunghole just as fast as I could lick the thick hair out of the way.

The next thing I remember clearly I was on my chest on the bed with my ass
up in the air while Senior finger fucked my ass as Junior and Senior
discussed whether or not my ass was ready for Senior's prodigious penis. I
lay there smiling, their voices coming from miles away as I enjoyed the
bliss that encompassed my entire being.

"I know how to tell, Daddy!" I heard Junior say. I lay there smiling at the
eager boy, watching him get out a big can of Crisco. He slathered the
greasy stuff all over his right hand and up past his wrist. Moving around
behind me, he made sure I could see him make a fist and then put it against
my throbbing asshole. It felt really good as he twisted his fist around,
knuckle massaging my tenderized ring. Good as it felt, he really wasn't
making much headway. "Come on, Grandpa. Relax and open up so your grandson
can get you ready for Daddy. Daddy's going to make you feel so good,
Paw-Paw. Relax... Yeah, like that, Paw-Paw. Relax for your Scott boy,
Paw-Paw."

I took a deep breath and let it go. All the tension I hadn't even been
aware of left my body. I relaxed and laid completely open and defenseless,
ready for this wonderful boy and his father.

The sensation as Scott Junior's fisted knuckles spread my channel open and
then passed through the stretched muscle and tender, soft tissues had
fireworks bursting in my mind. Junior went inside of me and rested as I
clamped down on the narrower part of his wrist. Still. Still until I came
back down from wherever it was I'd gone. Twisting, rotating, Junior pulled
back through my muscular tunnel until my everted flesh finally released
him. Immediately, he softly plunged right back into me and then immediately
back out. In. OUt. IN. OUT. iN. OuT. Stopping to juggle around inside
me. Resting, open hand caressing my buttcheeks. Making love to my asshole
until he finally leaned over my shoulder and whispered into my ear, "You
ready for Daddy now, Grandpa?"

Tears weeped from my eyes as I eagerly nodded, "Yes." I felt Junior's fist
open as his fingers spiraled out of my ass. His fingertips spread and
easily kept my asshole gapeing open as I first felt his father move in
behind me. Scott Junior's fingers never left me as they guided his father's
prickhead to my open hole. I felt heat and pressure as Scott Senior
snuggled in close to my bared flesh, the head of his cock too big to just
slide into me, the smaller nose peeked into me and immediately slathered
gobs of natural lubricant all over it's desired pathway.

The burly man held my hips and his son held and guided his cock as his
father began to apply pressure that stretched and pulled at me. Senior
backed off, relieving the pressure as I took a deep breath and tried to
relax. I moaned with the pleasure of two men servicing me. My ass lips
puckered and kissed the wonderfully rounded nose that was seeking passage
to deep pleasure for both of us. That nose was bigger around than most
grown men's cocks and I tried to welcome it within me. More pressure and I
could feel my muscles stretch and then spasm with pain. Senior backed off
again and Junior used circular motions to grind the lips of his father's
cock around and around the lips of my ass, slathering slick precum all over
my tender flesh. Again Senior pressed his case and this time my ass ring
was too slick to hold him back.

I bellowed in pain. Scott Senior, panting and holding absolutely still. I
could feel Scott Junior holding his father's cock in place, protecting me
from further attack as he reached down with his other hand to rub and
massage my neck and shoulders, shushing me and telling me to breathe, that
everything was going to be just fine.

Before long, I got my breathing under control and started to feel amazed at
the feeling in my ass. Somehow, I knew that I was crouching in a strange
bed with my ass up in the air, two near strangers doing things to my
asshole that had never been done before. I amazed myself as I realized that
I had taken a full-sized man-fist up my ass and now I was holding a cock
that was even bigger in the grip of my unbelievably stretched, butt tight
anus. I sighed in astonishment and Scott Junior moved his hand back a
little bit and guided another half-inch of his father's now throbbing
drumstick into my ass. I gurgled and clamped down hard to protect myself,
but Junior allowed the half-inch in and, no matter what his father wanted,
allowed no more to enter me until I sighed again, signaling him that I was
ready for the next installment.

A half-inch at a time, Junior fed me his fathers cock. I was soon totally
concentrated on what was going on in my ass. I could feel Scott Senior's
pulse beat as a throbbing in my ass. I could feel his eagerness pulling at
my flesh. I could smell and taste his lust as sweat poured off his body and
slid down my back. Junior was massaging my shoulders and wiping the
combined sweat of the three of us all over my face before reaching back to
pull and squeeze my balls and loose sac. The harder he squeezed the more
cock I could take, and the more I wanted. Junior would only let me have
just so much and he quickly got me to the point where I was begging for
more cock.

I was one of those who always pooh-poohed porn stories that relied on
monstrous oversized cocks to impress the reader. Laying there begging for
more of the hugest cock I'd ever heard of I started laughing, realizing
that what I was taking up my ass was bigger than any porn author dared
suggest. Scott Senior was a size queens dream come true, and I'd ended up
on the bottom! My laughter seemed to amaze both Scott's and I just hummed
down deep in my chest, welcoming the ache in my tightly squeezed balls and
the magnificent fullness of my guts. "It's okay, Junior." I laughed. "Let
him go. I'm ready for whatever your dad has."

Tentatively, Scott Junior loosened his grip on the last of his fathers
bloated shaft and Senior, unable to resist but mightily trying to control
himself, lifted up on his toes as he leaned further forward, sinking the
last six inches of his cock firmly into me. I moaned and rotated my
butt. Scott Senior gasped, his arms reaching under me and up across my
chest so his hands could clutch at my shoulders from underneath. His heated
body, fur plastered down with rivulets of man-sweat, pasted itself to my
back as he groaned and screamed at the same time, his entire body
convulsing as his balls clenched and his cock burned with wad after wad of
semen and cock juices. I felt it like he was pissing fire into me and I
spread myself to better hold him up and take his out-of-control
spasms. Junior was rubbing both of us and urging us to join even closer, as
if that were actually possible. As we calmed and the tremors in our bodies
shook more quietly, Junior explained to me that other than some livestock
on the ranch, his father had never before been able to fully use his
breeding organ. Senior just grunted in agreement and content, lying
slumberous on my back.

[["This is what we call in the business a "nice try" at justifying
something that's a bit hard to believe. I actually think it only calls
attention to the fact that the size of Sr.'s cock is a bit unrealistic. I
think you'd be better off cutting the above 2 sentences and just letting
the reader go with it. What do you think? "

This entire fascination of mine stems from something one of my sailor
buddies showed me. Three of us rented a car and picked up a hooker and went
to an apartment some of the guys rented in a nearby town. The third guy was
passed out when the other guy finished fucking the hooker. Being the
concerned corpsman (medic) I was I asked the guy if he'd followed proper
hygiene before and after fucking the gal. He sort of "aw shucks" `ed it. I
pulled open the waistband of his military boxers and was treated to a view
rarely seen by mankind. I insisted on showing him the proper steps to take
to protect such a national treasure. Yes, Mary, it is quite literally
possible for a man to be "hung like a horse"! The truth is ALWAYS more
fantastic than any fantasy. Fantasizers are unable to go as far as Mother
Nature will just for a joke.]]

I was no longer afraid and I could feel the big brute on my back getting
hard again. We were both working ourselves up into something much more
active between the two of us when Junior returned to the bed and all but
forced us apart. Hanging on each other, touching and feeling and making
pleased male sounds we allowed Junior to get shorts on us and, hefting a
net bag with soap and towels and such, guide us back to the center of camp
and the big shower room. We hadn't had dinner yet, but our hunger wasn't
for food.



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     —-Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.