Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2011 10:56:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jarbear Jarbear <jarbear1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Campground - 59

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.

In answering the doorbell to the service building, I entered the door and
put on the jumpsuit.  Some service delivery guys have problems delivering
to naked gay men.  So we try to make it a little easier on them by giving
them a private entrance and we are dressed.  This way, they don't have to
see anything going on at the campground.  Too bad some men just can't
accept others who might be different than they.  Oh well!

When I walked into the receiving area, there was only one young man there.
I've seen him before -- but I've met so many men, there's no way I can
remember them all.  But I do remember having sex with him.  "What can I do
for you?" I asked.

"I've got a delivery," he replied nervously.  He then handed me a box.  I
checked the shipping label and then checked my orde records.  I couldn't
find anything.

"I don't have any record of this.  Besides, looking at this label, we order
large quantities from you company -- not these small orders."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he continued nervously, "I thought this was your order."

I looked at him for a moment and then asked, "What are you really here for?
It can't be delivering this small package."

He started to get really nervous and weakkneed.  He was stammering to the
point I couldn't understand him and I could see his hands were shaking.  In
fact, I was becoming concerned he might pass out.  So I grabbed him by the
arm and helped him sit down and tried to calm him down.

"Hey buddy, you don't need to be so nervous.  I'm not going to do anything
to you or report you.  Just tell me up front.  What do you want?"

"Wel-l-l," he still stammered, "D-d-o, y-you remember me?"

"Well I've seen you before, and by the company name on this label, I
remember now that you came with Dan delivering cleaning supplies."

"That's right.  My name is Jerrod."

"Well then Jerrod, why are you here?"

"This is my day off and I wanted to stop by here again instead of waiting
for another large order from you."

It then dawned on me that he wanted another sexual rendevous.  I smiled and
said, "Well, as I recall, you did a mighty fine job of fucking me."

"Yeah, thanks!  Well, I liked it so much, I wanted you to return the
favor."

"You mean, you want me to fuck you?"

"I've never been fucked before and I want to be.  And I want you to be the
first.  Would you?  I'm sort of scared and nervouse -- this being my first
time."

I smiled, bent over to him, gave him a small kiss, and then pulled back.
He looked at me and smiled, "I like that."  I bent over again and this time
gave him a longer kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth.  Our tongues
worked back and forth on each other.  I pulled back again.  "Boy!" he said,
"I'm liking this better and better!"

I silently took him by the hand and pulled him up on his feet.  I began
undressing him, periodicaly looking at him and smiling.  When he was
completely naked, I led him to the receiving counter and bent him over it.
He then spoke, "My poppers are in my pants pocket.  Can I have them?"

I retrieved the bottle and while walking back to him, I uncapped it and
took some huffs before I handed it to him.  While he was huffing, I
squatted down and parted his ass cheeks and looked at his virgin fuck hole.
I have never fucked a virgin before -- at least as far as I can recollect.
But I felt honored that he wanted me to be the first -- that he would trust
me to be gentle to him.

I gently pushed my face into his ass and stuck my tongue out to massage his
hole.  As I did, I heard Jerrod moan, "Oh God, that feels good!"  I was
glad to hear that.  Half of my enjoyment of sex with a guy is that he
enjoys it as well.  So I probed further into his asshole with my tongue.
He moaned some more.  I then sucked on my index finger and gradually worked
it in.  It seemed a little tight and I told him just to try to relax.  It's
much better when he relaxed.  Then I worked in two fingers and then
gradually three.  He never complained, but just moaned -- as if in
satisfaction.

I spit on his asshole and worked my tongue on it some more and probed more
with my fingers.  Then I figured he was about ready.  I stood up, jacking
my cock and when it was hard enough, I guided it towards its destination.
I spit some more on my cock and then began to very slowly push it in.
There was just a little resistance for a moment, then he relaxed.  And then
my cock slowly slid in.

I held it in for a while until Jerrod adjusted to it, then began to slide
it in and out.  I had a firm hold on his hips as I did it and he continued
to moan.  Concerned, I asked, "You doin' ok?"

"Oh, fuck yeah!" was the reply.

So picked up the pace a little more -- a little deeper, a little faster.
Jerrod began moving his ass with my rhythm.  "Oh fuck, I love this!" he
gasped.

 So I continued fucking him.  "So, this is what a virgin ass feels like," I
thought to myself.  And then I heard a noise behind me.  I looked back and
there was Brad standing there watching me.  As I continued fucking Jerrod I
watched Brad's cock grow hard until it was sticking straight out.  I nodded
for him to join me.  As he approached me I knew I was just about to blow my
load.  Brad and I began kissing and it was then I shot -- several spurts
inside Jerrod's virgin ass.

When I was done, I patted Jerrod's ass and said, "Stay there buddy, we've
got another one for ya."  I stepped back and Brad stepped up to the plate
and easily slid his cock in.  I turned to Brad and said, "Take it easy --
you're only the second one who's been up his ass."  Brad looked at me with
surprise and I smiled and nodded.

As the fucking continued, I thought I had better get back to the unmanned
office.  I grabbed the jumpsuit, hung it on the peg and walked out the door
into the office.  I looked at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was
almost time for the construction crew's break.  Brad was "occupied", so I
thought I'd better let them know.  So I went to the work site.  The crew
had just laid down their tools when I arrived .  I informed them of the
"unfortunate situation" snd they appeared frustrated.  Trying to be
sympathetic and understanding, I said, "I'm sorry.  Anything I can do to
help?"  As soon as I said those words I knew what they were going to say.

"Then bend over or get on yer knees!  We want some satisfaction!" one of
them said as they all pulled out their cocks.

Well, believe it or not (and I think you belive), I was willing to oblige.
I didn't get on my knees, but I did bend over to suck a cock.  In the
meantime, in bending over, I had aimed my ass to another crew member which
gave him easy access for a good fuck.  As the reader might have already
surmised in reading the previous chapters, I am a kind person and easy to
oblige to a person's wants and wishes.  So in a matter of a few seconds, I
had a cock in my mouth and another one up my ass -- sucking and getting
fucked furiously.  They only had a fifteen minute break you know and there
were four of them to satisfy.

Fortunately, they all were satisfied by the time their break was over and I
walked away with a slight limp from the fast fucking and wiping my mouth
from the good sucking.  I have to admit though, I was surprised that there
weren't any campers present to witness it -- being out in the open and all.
Oh, well, that's probably because it was a Monday morning -- the beginning
of a work week.

When I got back to the office, Brad was back at his post, getting his work
done dutifully.  As I passed by behind him on the way to my office, he
asked, "How are you going to be dressed tonight."

"Oh, you mean at the Dog Bone Saloon?"

"Of course, we all know where you're going and what your plans are."

"What do you mean by 'we'?'

"The staff.  We are all for what you're doing.  We just want to make sure
that you're dressed for the job."

"You think I don't know how to present myself in a bar?  I've been to a bar
before."

"Well, this isn't a gay bar and you have to be careful.  There are some who
could take you wrong."

"I'll be OK -- there'll be guys there who will watch out for me." I replied
as I strolled into my office.  I closed the door and sat down at my desk.
I thought to myself, "I never thought of that before.  What will I wear?"

Being in a bar with bikers, I didn't want to stand out, but wanted to be
somewhat suggestive.  I've got a plaid shirt that I could take the sleeves
off and wear it unbuttoned down the front -- sort of like Larry, the Cable
guy.  I opened up my box of hankies.  I picked out two light blue and two
dark blue -- each color to go in each back pocket.  (Reader: If you want to
know the hanky code, email me and I'll send it to you.)  Then I've got a
pair of somewhat tight-fitting jeans that has a large zipper going up the
ass. On the tab of the zipper is a ring so that whoever wanted to fuck me
could grasp it easily and pull it down.  I've worn that quite a few times
at bar -- and mighty successfully too!  Thinking about those jeans brought
back good memories of the gay bars.  Of course, no underwear -- easier
access, you know!

I had one special place in Dayton, Ohio called "The Stage Door".  It had
good crowds on weekends -- especially Friday nights.  It would be so
crowded that a person couldn't help but be somewhat pressed up against
another.  That's where the fun was!  I would first buy myself a drink, then
begin to wander around the place.  I see a guy who gets my eye -- he would
see me -- I would sort of saunter up to him, then turn my back to him.
Slowly, I would back up to him and sort of rubb my ass against his hand so
that he would feel the zipper.  I would sort of turn to him and wink and he
would get the message.  Sometimes we would be swaying to the music -- my
back always to him -- and he would take hold of the ring and unzip me,
exposing my ass just enough for his access.

Right there in the crowd, not giving anyone any indication of what was
going on -- since it was crowded, everyone was looking everywhere else --
he would slip his hand in through the zipper.  As we continued swaying to
the music, holding our drinks, "ignoring each other", he would begin to
finger my ass.  I would wiggle my ass just a little to give him the
indication that I liked it.  After a little of finger fucking, he would
slide in a second finger and then very possibly a third, getting my asshole
loosened up.  Usually, he would then wrap an arm around me like he was a
close companion and then with his freed hand, unzip himself and pull his
cock out.  When it was hard, he would then slide it up my ass -- through
the zipper.  I would presse back against him and then he would have both
arms wrapped around me affectionately.  We would sway and dance to the
music as a couple, all the while he was fucking me.  The guys around us
never noticed and we never gave any indicatioin.  That was the fun of it!

Then the tough part came.  As he became more sexually intense, he couldn't
pick up the pace or shove his cock in any harder or deeper or else others
would find out.  That's when it was sort of a contest between us two -- to
do a complete fuck without others finding out.  The toughest would be him
shooting his load in me without anyone realizing what was going on.  You
know how orgasms are -- it's hard to keep quiet and not show it!  It
usually works.  Once in a while the fucker would mess up and the guys
closest to us would find out.  They would just usually smile at us or pat
us on the back.  One good thing -- the loud music in the bars usually drown
out the yells!

Ah, those fond memories!  I've gotten many a good fuck with those jeans!
Sometimes I would walk home with a number of loads up my ass from what I
call "Fuck Dancing".  And sometimes I would walk home with a delightful
limp as well!

I figured, at the Dog Bone Saloon, if I wore my plaide shirt with the tails
out, it would cover my zippered ass.  Then if I saw someone interested and
I felt comfortable enough, I would sort of turn my back to him and "bend
over to pick something up" just long enough for him to notice the zipper.
Then we'll see if he gets the hint and take action on the matter.

I worked hard on the business at hand for the rest of the afternoon.  For a
brief time, Brad was gone from his post -- probably taking his break at the
same time as the crew.  I knew he couldn't resist a good gang fuck.  When
suppertime came, I got on the intercom and called for Randy to come to my
cottage.  Then I head over and got dressed for the evening.  Just when I
finished dressing, I heard a knock on the door.

I opened the door and let Randy in.  "What's up, boss?" he asked.

"I'm headin' out for the Dog Bone Saloon.  I guess you know why I'm goin'
there.  I just want to know if you think I'm dressed OK."

Randy stepped back and looked me up and down and then stepped forward.
After unbuttoning my shirt except for the bottom button, he said, "There
now, that's better.  You look pretty good."  "You "Now I want your opinion
on something.  Don't say anything, just watch.  Then I'll ask what you
think."  I then turned the radio music on to some country music and then
began a little bit of dancing.  When I had turned around and had my back to
Randy, I bent over to quickly touch the floor, exposing my zippered ass to
him.  When I straightened up, I kept dancing and backed up to him and
rubbed my ass against his hand.  He naturally took hold of the zipper ring
and pulled it down (some old tricks just never quit).  I kept my bakc to
him and kept dancing as he slid his hands in and felt my ass.

As I felt his finger slide in my asshole, I wiggled my ass a little to give
him encouragement and he continued to finger me, sliding in another finger.
As I continued dancing with my back to him, I felt Randy's hand on my waist
and heard him unzip himself with his other hand.  Then I felt his hard cock
agaiinst my asshole as it had slipped through the zipper.  It slide up my
ass easily and with the swaying to the music, he gave me an easy fuck.

As I was pressed back against him, I felt his breathing on the nap of my
neck and then heard his soft words, "What a great fucking idea!  I guess
you've done this a lot."

With a smile, I responded, "Let's say I've been pretty successful with this
technique."

Randy laughed softely into my ear as we continued to dance with his hard
black cock up my ass. As he was nearing to shoot, he spoked in my ear
again, "Want to take my load with you to town?"

"You mean in a 'brown bag lunch' sort of way?"

He laughed, "You know what I mean!"

"Sure!  I always like to take my lunch with me."

"Well, then, here's your lunch -- let me put it in a bag for you."

He pushed his cock all the way in and I felt his deposit in me.  It felt
wamr and smooth inside and I knew right then I would be driving into town
with a smile on my face.

He pulled his cock out and then zipped me up.  He looked at me seriously,
"Bob, be careful up there.  Don't forget that those guys in that saloon are
not as easy as these campers Donand us, your staff.  We care about you and
we want you to come back to us.  You're taking a risk helping Jack out."

"I know, but Jack will be there for me as well as several other bikers.
Thanks for caring -- I'll be back.  I promise."