Date: Tue, 19 May 2009 00:44:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Jarbear Jarbear Subject: Gay Campground Ch. 3 Brad and I got back onto the main drive and headed towards a large barn. "You're gonna like this!" he said. "There isn't anything I haven't liked yet!" I replied, "But show me more -- I want it all!" We walked into the barn -- the large front double doors were standing open. Walking into the large center area, there was a large hot tub with several guys in it. They were casually talking and laughing, seemingly as relaxed as one could be. "Hey guys!" called out Brad as we approached them. "I got a new fella here I want you to meet." He then brought his arm around my shoulders and pulled me towards them. "This guy's name is Bob and I know you won't remember, because who cares about names, right?" With that, they all laughed. "Hi, Bob!" they all said and reached out to shake my hand. As I reached out to shake theirs, the guy closest to me casually hung his arm over the edge of the tub, grabbed my cock and gently stroked it. I continued to shake hands and greeting the guys, acting like what he was doing to me was perfectly normal. Of course, my cock got hard. "Hey, guys," said the perpetrator, "He's got a nice cock here. Bob, crawl in here for a minute and let us have a good look at you." Not feeling intimidated at all, I turned to Brad and said, "Can you give me a minute here?" Brad laughed and nodded. I crawled in, and stood in front of them with my hard cock sticking straight out. I have to admit, I'm proud of my cock. They admired it and a couple of them leaned forward and each gave it a couple of sucks. I realized almost immediately that there were a couple of expert cocksuckers here because my cock began to tingle as they worked on me. "Whew!" I said as I pulled back. "Brad is giving me a tour here and I'd like to look this place over before I begin giving out my cumloads! I hope to catch you guys later." and I began to crawl out of the tub. "Don't worry," one of them called out, "We eventually get every guy's cock sucked around here sometime. We'll see ya!" I waved to them and walked on. On either side of the area, there was a barn loft. "Follow me," said Brad and he began climbing up the ladder to the loft on the right. I followed right behind him -- with my face almost right into his ass as we climbed. When we got to the loft, I looked around. It was dimly lit and it took me a moment to get my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Looking to the left, there were mattresses scattered all over the floor. "Let me guess," I said, "This is the orgy room." There were a few couples on the mattresses sucking and fucking each other and there was a group of at least four intertwined in a pile. I couldn't tell for sure. "You're right!" replied Brad. "Wanna take a couple of minutes and try it out?" Then he walked over to a couple and got himself in between them. One guy began working on his ass and the other began sucking his cock. Brad smiled back at me and said, "Well, don't just stand there!" With that I moved in and joined another couple. I laid down on my back next to them and raised my legs in the air. I reached around and spread my ass cheeks for the guys to see. They got the hint. One started rimming out my asshole, getting it good and wet while the other was on his knees, stroking his cock, getting it ready to fuck me. The guy rimming my ass stopped for a second, looked up at me and said, "Hey! I taste a cumload here! Have you just been fucked? It tastes delicious!" "Yep!" I replied, "The guy I just came in with fucked me a little while ago. I'll tell him that you said his cumload tastes good." He resumed his rimming and got it so wet that I could feel the saliva dripping down my ass crack. Then his friend took position and with his nine inch cock, slid it carefully in until I adjusted to its size. He then began a rhythm of fucking me that felt intense. I was in heaven. His rimming buddy moved up to my head and asked me, "Want a huf of poppers?" "Sure! I love em!" I said as I turned my head towards the brown bottle. He uncapped it and held it to each nostril as I breathed in. I began to feel the euphoria as his buddy began to fuck me faster. "O God!" I called out, "Fuck me harder!" And he did. I heard him let out a loud groan and then felt his cum shoot into my bowels. He then fell on top of me as his cock grew limp and slid out of my sloppy asshole. When we each got our breath, I said, "I can only be here a couple of minutes -- Brad is showing me around this place. It's time for us to move on. See you guys later!" With that, I stood up and walked to where Brad was attempting to suck two cocks at once. Not trying to be rude, but I said to Brad while he was sucking, "Do you think it's time to move on?" He pulled his mouth off the two cocks just long enough to say, "Let me finish these two real quick and I'll be right with you." He then resumed sucking the cocks. It wasn't but a couple of minutes that the groanings of the givers began and I knew they were about to shoot. Brad immediately laid down on his back and the two guys kneeled on either side of his head, aimed their cocks and at the same time shot both of their loads into his waiting open mouth. His tongue was out to be sure to get every drop. He then motioned to me to come to him which I did. He then pulled my face down towards his and then kissed me. With his open mouth, the two cumloads were transferred into my mouth. I swallowed them. Smiling at Brad, I said, "Thanks! That tasted great!" "Well," he said, "I just wanted to give you a welcome present." "Right now, I can't think of anything better than a couple of fresh cumloads." I laughed, "I sure welcome your hospitality. Brad looked at me, winked, pointed to the other end of the loft and said, "This is where the gloryholes are. It's a maze and some holes are for giving and some are for receiving." Before we entered the dark entryway, I asked, "How do you tell the difference?" "Well," answered Brad, "If the hole is for sticking your cock through, it will be outlined with luminescent white paint. There are black lites in this maze and the holes will stand out. If the hole is for receiving -- for you to get the cumloads -- there will be a short stool in front of the hole. All you have to do is sit down and when the cock comes through the hole, you get to work." "I'm sorry," I responded, "But I don't mean to correct you -- but it's not work -- it's play." I then laughed. "I stand corrected," said Brad as he laughed along. We entered the maze and there were a few guys wandering around. They looked at us and smiled. "Keep going forward and wind around the maze," assured Brad, "You'll end back up where you entered." We kept walking. About half way through the maze, there was a hole with a half limp cock sticking through it and a footstool by the hole. "One moment," I said to Brad and then sat down on the stool and took the cock in my mouth. As I sucked it and worked it with my tongue, the cock became hard. I intensified my sucking and deepthroating. Then I heard some gutteral sound from the other side of the wall and then felt the cumload shoot down my throat. I kept the cock in my mouth until it became limp and then stood up. Brad was standing and watching the whole thing and when I stood up he smiled and said, "Well, that didn't take long." He took me by the hand and we moved further in the maze, watching all the action that was taking place. We then ended back at the entrance and left. "Time to get under this loft," Brad exclaimed and we went to the ladder and climbed down. Brad started first climbing down and I followed right after him. Accidentally my ass bumped into his face and I apologized. "No apology necessary," he replied and then stuck his face into my ass crack and began rimming me. There we were on the ladder -- halfway down -- and he's rimming me. Anything happens anywhere!