Date: Sun, 29 May 2011 10:08:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jarbear Jarbear <jarbear1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Campground - 46

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. (ch24)

We went to the med clinic in town, hoping that all they would need to do
was to fix a broken arm.  We were in luck.  They took us in right away.
The mover was in some pain, but with the splint on, it was a lot less than
it would have been.  A male nurse came in to get the needed information.

"Hello, my name is Bill," he started, "and I need to get down the necessary
information."  It was no problem until he asked, "Ok, I see a broken arm.
What happened?"

I felt that we needed to choose our words carefully, but the mover
immediately spoke up, "A bunch of us guys were on top a picnic table
messin' around and it collapsed on us.  I'm the lucky one that got hurt."

"Ok, where did this happen?"

"At the campground?"

"Ok, what campground is this?"

This is where we sort of hemmed and hawed.  I then took over, "A campground
out of town."

"What's the name?"

"Well, it hasn't got a name."

"Well, then, what's the address?  We need this information for the accident
report."

I finally gave in and gave the address.  The Bill (the nurse) wrote it
down, then paused and looked up as if he were thinking, "I don't think I've
ever been there.  Is that a pretty nice place?"

I started to say something save when the mover blurted out, "Hell yes it
is!  That is, if you like guys."

"Well, yeah, I know that.  I'm just wondering about the campground.  Is it
nice?"

Randy and I looked at each other, then at Bill (the nurse).  "Then you know
about the place?"

"Of course.  I go to the woods next to it once in a while.  I've been
thinking about going camping there."

Randy spoke up, "Bob here owns and runs the place and I work there too.  We
may be prejudiced, but we think it's one of the best in the country.  In
fact, tomorrow, a writer from "Out and About" travel magazine will be
coming and writing an article about the place."

"I subscribe to that magazine.  I hear from the guys in the woods that
anything goes on in there -- anywhere -- at any time.  Is that true?"

I then replied, "Yes, that's why the business is growing.  It's private,
safe and everyone treats each other with respect.  That's one of the rules.
If not, we kick them out."

As Bill bent over, putting the blood pressure cuff on, he said, "Well, I'm
just going to have to go there and try it out,."

When Bill completed taking the blood pressure and temperature, Randy got
gutsy, stepped up behind Bill, wrapped his arms around his waist and softly
spoke in his ear, "Just what all do you like to do?"

Bill smiled, backed his ass up against Randy's crotch, "I like practically
anything -- especially getting fucked by black cocks.  And by the feel of
yours against my ass, yours would be a fun ride, too."  Then speaking to
me, "By the way, would you please lock the door? This may take a little
longer than normal."

I was quick to oblige as Randy quickly undid his slacks and Bill simply
pulled his scrub pants below his ass.  Randy placed his hands on Bill's ass
and then ran his fingers up and down the crack.  Both moaned with
satisfaction.  Bill spoke up, "Just make this a quick fuck.  Don't want the
other nurses to find out and get jealous."  We laughed as Randy easily slid
his cock up Bill's hole, grabbed him by the hips and began fucking.  I
immediately pulled out my hardening cock and offered it to Bill.  He
quickly bent over (Randy's cock still up his ass) and engulfed it in his
mouth.  The poor mover couldn't do anything but lie there and watch.

It wasn't long before we both shot, having had to "get right down to
business."  We got ourselves in order and Bill finished up with his needed
information and then stepped out.  We then waited for the doctor.

"Damn!" the mover said, "Your quickie was fuckin' hot!  Why did I have to
break my arm?"

"Well," I said, "If you didn't break your arm, we wouldn't have met Bill.
In fact, with our quick fuck, I think he'll be going campging at our
place."

"Boy, what I have to do to bring you customers!" said the frustrated mover.
Randy and I laughed.

 "Hello, my name is John," said the doctor as he walked. "I hear there's
been an accident."  He then reviewed the notes on the clipboard.  "Looks
like a group of you guys were goofing off on top a picnic table.  Accidents
do happen.  Let's have a look here."  He then carefully and closely looked
at his arm.

"Whover put on this splint did a good job," Dr. John said, "But before I do
anything else, I need to do something first.  There's nothing to worry
about.  All you need to do is relax."

As the mover looked on with shock, Dr. John unbuckled the mover's pants and
then slid them down below his knees. He took the mover's cock in his hand,
stroked it a few times until it was hard and then slipped his lips over the
shaft and began sucking.

Randy and I stood there awkwardly for a moment.  Then I spoke, "Shall I
lock the door?"

John took his mouth off the mover's cock just long enough to say, "Bill's
watching the door."  And then resumed blowing the mover.  Randy and I
looked at each other and then just shrugged our shoulders and watched.  As
the mover began moaning more and more, Dr. John just picked up pace on his
bobbing up and down on the cock.

"Oh God!" the mover gasped as he grabbed the back of John's head with his
free arm and pushed him all the way down his cock.  We knew that he was
shooting his load and the way that John's adam's apple was moving up and
down, we knew that Doc was taking the load.

When finished, Dr. John rose up and said very business-like, "Well, that's
that.  We'll get your arm casted and then you'll be ready to go back."  He
got right down to business with the cast and had it done in no time.  He
then turned to us, smiled, and said, "Bill will have the final paperwork
and then you are free to go.  Have a good evening."  Then he just walked
out.

Bill entered again with a clipboard and said, "Here.  Just sign a couple of
papers and you are free to go."

As I signed, I asked, "What about this Dr. John?"

"What about him?"

"He acted so professional and in the midst of all that, he gave the mover a
quick blowjob, went back to work and that was that."

"Yeah, that's the way he is when he's working.  But when he's not --
well-l-l-l, that's another matter.  Tell you what, I'll try to get him to
the campground and you can find out for yourself.  OK?"

"Sure.  Well, thanks for everything.  Hope to see you at the campground."

"You can count on it."

It was late getting back so Randy and I helped the mover get settled and
comfortable in his tent.  Randy left for his new cottage informing me that
Frank was probably waiting for him there.  So I decided before getting back
to my new home I woud check the construction crew to see if they were
settled in my trailer.  As I approached my former camp site, I noticed the
campfire going and the men were seated around it.  As they saw me approach,
one of them asked, "Well, Bob, how's he doing?"

"Well, it's broke and now in a cast, but he'll be OK.  He's back in his
tent and comfortable."

"That's good," one of them replied, "Brad took over while you were gone and
everything seemed to go OK."

"That's good," I replied, "We went to the med clinic in town and had some
fun while we were there.  Didn't know the male nurse and doc there were
gay.  Bill, the nurse has a really nice fuckable ass, and doc there is a
great cocksuker.  If you don't believe me, ask the mover with the broken
arm.  They were pressed for time, so the fucking and blowjobs only lasted a
few minutes.  They'll be camping here sometime I'm sure."

Just then, Brad appeared in the campfire light.  He had a look of concern
on his face.  "Has anyone seen Tim?  I've looked all over and can't find
him."

We all immediately gathered around Brad, asking all sorts of questions.
"Did you get on the speaker system and call for him?"  Brad replied that he
did.  "Well, then," I continued, "where have you not been?"

"The only place I haven't been is the cruising woods."

"This late at night, I don't know if the woods is that safe.  I haven't
heard of any criminal activity there, but still, one has to be careful.
Let's get to the woods and look for him there."

"We'll join you." said one of the construction crew guys, "In case there's
trouble, you've got good backup."

"Thanks!  Let's go." And we quickly headed for the woods -- completely
naked -- never thinking of getting dressed.

Once we got through the gate, I instructed the crew to go one way on the
path and Brad and I would go the other way and then meet on the other side.
I informed them to go quickly, be very quiet and listen for any sounds.

Brad and I moved quickly and as we were rounding the bend, we began hearing
noises coming from the cabin that we were approaching.  We slowly and
quietly approached the window and peeked in.  There was that motor cycle
gang (Ch24) that had gangbanged me a couple of weeks ago.

In the center of the room was the sling and Tim was in it; blindfolded,
gagged and tied to the chains hanging from the ceiling.  There were around
a dozen to fifteen bikers sitting on the floor jacking their cocks while
watching one of their members fuck Tim in the ass.

"Let's save Tim," Brad whispered excitedly.

"No, wait," I replied, "There's too many of them.  Let's wait till the crew
catches up with us.  In the meantime, I think I have a plan."

I peeked in the window again and looked for the leader.  There he was,
sitting on the floor next to the back door jacking his cock.  The door was
slightly ajar.  I told Brad to stay put and wait for the crew and then sit
tight until I get back.  I snuck around to the back of the cabin to the
door.  I got so close to the leader that I could breathe on him.  Since the
gang was making all sorts of noises, I could get the leader's attention
without them noticing.  I then had a better idea.

I went back to the front and by then the crew had arrived.  I had Brad and
them follow me to the back and hide on both sides of the doorway.  I then
got close to the leader made a "Psst!" sound until he saw me behind the
door.  He recognized me and I made the motion for him to come outside.

He stood up and announced the group, "Hey guys, I'm goin' out to take
another piss."  When he stepped outside, we quickly surrounded him and the
crew tackled him to the ground and I gagged him with my hand so he wouldn't
yell.  I removed it when he nodded that he wouldn't yell.

"You better damn well explain why you're gangbanging one of my staff guys!"

"We came back here for more fun since we had such a good time with you a
couple of weeks ago. You weren't around and this guy was -- all nekkid and
ready to go.  What's wrong with that?"

"He's only eighteen and I can have you arrested for raping him!"

"Hey now, wait a minute!  He asked for it.  We were hanging around inside
this cabin hoping you'd show up and when I stepped outside to take a piss,
I saw this young'n walkin' down the path towards me -- all nekkid and
everything.  When he saw me he stopped in his tracks, parted his feet a
little bit and flagged his cock at me.  Damn!  He looked so sexy showin'
off to me like that that I licked my lips and I guess he got the idea I was
interested."

The bike leader continued, "So when he got to me he reached out groped me
and so I stroked his cock, too.  I asked him what he was interested in and
he licked his lips in front of me and said he was interested in just about
anything and everything.  I told him there was a group in the cabin with a
sling and were interested in doing a gangbang if he was interested.  He
agreed to it.  In fact, he got excited about it.  I asked him how he'd like
it done and he asked to be blindfolded.  He didn't want to know how many
guys were in the cabin and he didn't want to see who was fuckin' him.  So I
blindfolded and gagged him.  I told him whenever he wanted us to stop, all
he had to do was shake his head back and forth in a 'no' fashion and we
would quit.  I promised him that.  I know you don't want any trouble in
these woods because I know you'll close it up."

"You've got that right.  How many guys have fucked him so far?"

"I think this is the fifth one."

"Just give me a minute and let me talk to the guys.  Right now, I don't
think that Tim knows his limits."  I motioned the crew and Brad to join me
for a private conference as to what to do.  I informed them that Tim was in
there on his own free will and he wanted to be gangbanged in this fashion.

"Well," Brad suggested, "I think you should ask Tim yourself to make sure
he's ok.  If he is and likes it, then it's his choice.  I'd sure like to
join in if it's OK with them."

The crew agreed.  "The more, the merrier," one of them said.

So I informed the leader that I wanted to ask Tim myself to make sure he
was ok.  The leader agreed to it, so I motioned for Brad and the crew to
wait for me until I first talked to them.  When I followed the leader in,
he put his fingers to his lips indicating to the gang to be quiet.  The
biker who was plowing Tim's ass, didn't stop fucking him.

I bent over Tim and quietly spoke, "Tim, this is Bob."  He jerked his head
as if he was surprised.  "Are you OK?"  He nodded in the affirmative.  "I'm
going to remove this gag from your mouth."

when I did I continued with my questions, "Tim, did you agree to this?"

"Yes, I did."

"Do you want to continue?"

"Yeah, but I don't know how many more cocks I can take."

"Ok, I'm going to leave the gag off and when you've had enough say so."

"OK"

"Brad and the construction crew are outside and would like to join the
group in here.  We will if you are willing.  This is your thing and if you
want to do this alone, we understand and will leave you alone with them."

"Sure!  Join in, but only if they all dump their loads in me.  They can
fuck you, but when they shoot it's gotta be in my ass."

"You've got it good buddy.  Thanks for the invite."  Then speaking to the
bikers, "Guys, there's six more of us who'd like to join in and satisfy
you.  Tim asked that when you're ready to cum, to shoot your loads in his
ass.  That's the way he wants it.  OK?"

One of the bikers spoke, "Shit! We ain't fags.  We just like to get our
rocks off.  We found out that fags give better blowjobs than women.  And we
love to fuck cunts, but we can't find any around here.  Is that ok with
you?"

"Get one thing straight: knock off calling us fags or I'll stop this whole
thing and make you all leave.  There's one thing I don't allow around here:
that's disrespect.  You guys expect it from others -- so do we.
Understood?"

"Sorry about that.  Understood."

"OK.  I'll check with the guys outside and we'll be back if we agree."

I went outside and explained the situation to Brad and the crew.  They were
very agreeable and we immediately entered the cabin. One of the bikers
spoke up, "One of you guys come over here.  My cock is ready for ya!"  One
the crew guys immediately went to him, laid on the floor between his legs
facing the biker's crotch.  He immediately went down on his cock straight
to the base."

Then the other bikers began calling out for blowjobs or fucks.  I spoke out
to the group, "OK, guys, we can take on all of you, but remember -- shoot
your loads in Tim's ass.  That's what he wants."  So Brad and the crew got
busy satisfying the bikers.

I looked around for someone to take on and noticed a biker sitting in the
corner by himself with his legs drawn up and his arms crossed, draped on
his knees.  His cock and balls were hanging low and touching the floor.
When he saw me looking at him, he smiled and with his index finger,
motioned for me to come to him.  He parted his legs further apart, giving
me a better show of his crotch.

As I walked towards him, he scooted further on the floor so that he was
laying on his back with his legs apart.  I got on my knees between his
legs, carefully took his cock in my hands, and gave it a few strokes.  I
then bent over and took it in my mouth, sliding my moist lips to his base.
When I got down to the base, I nuzzled my face in his crotch hairs (which I
like to do at times).  I then felt something hard hit against my nose.  I
pulled off and looked.  He had on a cock ring!  I looked down at him and he
smiled at me again -- he raised both eyebrows at me a couple time quickly
and then winked.  I didn't know what kind of message he was giving.  So I
decided not to assume anything.  Get a biker mad and you'll be in a hell of
a lot of trouble.

I sucked his cock some more and then began licking up and down his shaft.
After doing that a few times, he took a hold of his cock and pulled it
back, exposing his ball sack to me.  Of course, that's an invitation to
lick his nuts and maybe gently suck his balls.  Which I gradually worked
into.  I heard him moaning -- barely because the other bikers were making
their own noise as well.

I worked further down his ball sack and then licked the bottom.  I gently
lifted it and began licking and kissing the backside.  He then parted his
legs further exposing more of his scrotum area leading to his asshole.
"Should I venture there?" I thought.  I sure wanted to, so I decided to
gradually travel my tongue to that area.

To my delight, he further spread his legs apart. So I kept traveling closer
to his ass crack to see if he would let me explore the area of anal
delights.  He brought his knees up to his chest -- a definite indication
that he wanted me to travel there.  So I did, not knowing what the other
bikers would think -- their buddy getting his asshole tongue fucked.  I
gently parted his cheeks and there it was -- his sweet rosebud with some
hairs circling around it.

I got my face in there and gently kissed it and then licked all around it.
I wasn't just yet going to stick my tongue in.  I decided first to lick up
and down his ass crack and see how he would like it.  He definitely did; as
evidenced by more moaning.  So then I decided to take the dare and worked
my tongue in.  He not only let out a loud gasp, but let out a loud moan as
well -- so much that it got the attention of his biker buddies.  I knew
they were looking at us.

"What the fuck is going on over there?" one of them called out.

My biker answered, "He's eating out my ass and it feels so fucking good!
You guys try it!"

I didn't look around to see if they were.  Since my biker liked it so well,
I wasn't about to let up.  When a guy is super-enjoying what I'm doing to
him, then I super-enjoy it to.  Then I resumed sucking his cock.  I knew
his balls were beginning to boil and he was about ready to shoot by the
change in his moaning.  I backed off my intense sucking because I promised
Tim the load would be for his ass.  So I kept my biker "on the edge" until
I heard the fucking biker yell and shoot in Tim.

When He was done, my biker spoke to me, "Buddy, I'm about to shoot, I gotta
get my cock in your friend's ass now!"  As he maneuvered himself to stand,
I maneuvered myself with him, keeping his cock in my mouth.  As he moved
towards Tim's waiting ass, I moved with him, on all fours like a dog, with
his cock still in my mouth. (Try to picture the scene in your mind!)  When
we just got to Tim's ass, my biker let out a yell, yanked his cock out of
my mouth and shoved it up Tim's asshole all the way to the base. As he shot
his load, his knees were visibly shaking.  "Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!" he
yelled.

When he was done shooting, he collapsed on the floor under the sling as
Tim's seventh fucker stepped up to the sling to make his donation.  All I
could do at the moment was to remain on the floor next to my biker and
smile in contentment.  I looked around and sensed the sexual tension in the
room.  Some were feverishly jacking, watching what the others were doing.
Two crew members were sucking the cocks of their bikers who were lying on
the floor.  The other two crew members were being straddled by their
bikers, their heads firmly grasped by the bikers' hands, their mouths being
deeply fucked.  Another biker who was jacking, stood up and walked over to
Tim.  He parted the cheeks and slid his cock in and began riding Tim's now
well-used ass.

Brad was in heaven.  He was on top of a biker, riding his cock while
another biker was behind him with his cock shoved in as well -- double
fucking going on there!  As I enjoyed the scene, gradually stroking my
cock, I heard a "Psst!"  I looked around and it was the gang leader trying
to get my attention.

I crawled on the floor over towards him.  He was lying on the floor with
his head in a corner and his feet sticking out to the center of the room.
He smiled at me and invited me to crawl on top and ride him.  I was willing
to oblige.  His cock slid up my ass easily and I moved all the way down to
the base.  As I began riding, I put my hands behind my head and started
humping up and down.  I'm sure it was quite a show to those behind me -- at
least I hope it was.

As I was riding him, he spoke softly to me so the others couldn't hear.
"Remember what happened after the last gangbang here?"

"You mean the part where you ate all the cumloads out of my ass?"

"Yes.  I sure loved eating my buddies' loads out off your ass.  It was like
giving them blowjobs and they not knowing it.  I want their loads again.  I
want to eat them out of your buddy's ass up there in the sling.  Can I?"

"I'm sure Tim will let you."

"But remember, I don't want anyone to know what I like.  These guys could
kill me."

"I don't think that will be a problem, but you may want to think about
this: there may very well be some bikers here who like sex with guys.  Have
you thought about that?"

"Yeah, but I can't take the risk."

"I understand," I said as I began to ride his cock hard and faster.  He
grabbed my hips and with my rhythm, shoved his cock in harder as I
continued the humping.  "I'm gonna fucking cum, but I wanna shoot it in
your ass and eat it out.  Please! Can I?"

I thought for a moment and then decided, "What they don't know won't hurt
them."  I then said back, "Go ahead, shoot your load in me, but don't let
on you're shooting.  Then we'll go outside.  You go out the back door and
I'll go out the front."

"That would be great," he panted, then grimaced as he quietly grunted.  I
felt a copious amount of cum shoot up in my bowels.  When I felt his final
throb, I causally slid off his cock and slipped out the front door.  I
walked around to the back door and heard the leader announce, "Aw fuck! I
gotta take another piss!"

When he stepped out, we went to the side of the cabin away from the door.
He laid down in the grass and said, "Sit on my face!"

I squatted over him and lowered myself carefully over his mouth.  He took
hold of my ass and pulled me further down onto his face and began massaging
my sphincter with his tongue.  This loosened and obviously his load eased
out into his waiting mouth.

When the final drops were out, I stood up, turned around and looked at him.
"Aah!" he said smiling, "I sure love the taste of my cumload."