Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2011 23:15:39 -0400
From: M W <striker88888@gmail.com>
Subject: CAMPING WITH RED SOX DUDE

Below is a story meant for entertainment purposes only.  It is
expressly for adult readers not offended by aggressive man on man sex.
 Read at your own risk.

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CAMPING WITH RED SOX DUDE

Hey, Pete here.  I finally got out in the woods this weekend -- my
favorite way to spend free time in the summer.  Usually go with a few
of my old frat brothers or cousins, but this weekend it was just me
solo, which to be honest was just fine.   Sometimes it's nice to hike
and camp by your lonesome, spend some time getting your thoughts in
order and lungs clear.  So I threw my tent in my rucksack and headed
north to Maine, just a few hours drive.

Weather was sunny but pretty damn hot, and my nuts were sticking to my
leg in no time as I headed up the trail.  Think the humidity kept most
people at home in their ACs, because I only saw a few other hikers on
the way up (an aging hippie with a bad knee and two yoga moms that
weren't gonna make it past the treeline). Was pretty steep hiking
after a few hours, but I pressed on; I wanted to get as close to the
alpine zone as I could (technically it was illegal to camp above it --
plus, no shelter).  My plan was to get up just before sunrise the next
day and try to summit in time to see the sun rise form the top.  As
it's meant to be seen.

Was getting fairly close to where I wanted to set down camp--maybe
another 45 minutes or so of tramping--when, I'm embarrassed to admit,
I got a little lost.  A few trails intersect up that side of the
valley, so I must have followed the wrong cairn or something...ended
up a bit off-base.  Checking my maps and bearings (I was a boy-scout,
damnnit), I realized I was just a bit south of the trail I needed to
get on.  The quickest way to get there was just to cut through the
woods and try to intersect the right trail.

Cutting through some trees I thought I was about to get on the right
path, so I ducked under a pine tree.  When I cleared the branches, I
was quite shocked to find someone standing there.  This was partially
because I hadn't seen another human being in a few hours, but also
because this person, who was standing there taking a piss with his
shorts and briefs around his ankles, had one of the largest dicks I've
ever seen. Monstrous.  He also must have been well hydrated because
the piss was flowing out like a waterfall.

Transfixed, I took a step back and saw who was pissing.  It was a
rather large guy around 6'2", with no shirt on and a backwards Red Sox
cap on his head.  His torso was ripped and I mean RIPPED, definitely
looked like a baseball or lacrosse player or something and a slugger
at that--something had to explain those defined lats.  I had a pretty
good torso myself but this was another level.

I also noticed in his hand was a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels.
This explained his family sway and stumble as he stood there pissing;
the dude was drunk.  I really didn't know what to do and was really
impressed by the size and shape of this guys dick, so I must have
stood there a bit too long and he noticed me.

"What the fuck dude?" Red Sox kid shouted, stumbling a bit backwards
but not picking up his pants right away.

"Aww, sorry man.I was trying to cut through to the Webber trail.  That
right up here?"

"No clue brah."  Only then did he pick up his pants.  "Don't sneak up
on a guy in the woods."

"Was an accident."  I was quiet a minute as I watched the hard sun
beat down on his torso. A bead of glistening sweat ran between his
pecs and over his abs.  "Sorry man."

"Yeah, yeah" he said annoyed.

"Just gonna keep cutting through here then.  Sorry again."

He took a swig of the Jack Daniels and glared at me as I passed by him
and up through the trees.  Only about 200 feet from there I saw a
small clearing with a couple of tents pitches and a fire pit dug out
-- it must have been where he was coming from.  A couple of guys were
sitting around listening to music and swigging from their own bottles
of Jack Daniels.  I gave them a nod but, if they were anything like
Red Sox guy, didn't seem too friendly...so I just kept moving.

There were three other guys.all looked about college age or a few
years older.  One was a small blond kid, a bit of a "pretty boy."
Another was stocky but fit, like a rugby build, his head shaved bald.
He looked pretty pissed off that someone was traipsing through their
campsite.   The last guy looked a lot like Red Sox Dude but a bit
shorter.  I couldn't help but wonder if his dick was as big.  "Sorry
guys"  I said, trying to move quickly.

When I cut through another patch of trees I easily found the correct
trail, which these guys were camping off of.  At least I can still use
a compass, I thought to myself, embarrassed by the whole scene.  Those
guys were a bit douchey, but I knew how annoying it was when you're in
secluded bliss and someone comes along to shatter it.  Especially when
drunk.  So I let it slide, kept moving along the (now correct) trail
for about 30 minutes before finding a nice mossy patch slightly off
the path and in the trees.  It was perfect for setting up camp.

After a decade or more of hiking I was pretty good at speedily setting
up camp.  I brought my "hammock tent" because it was so hot and that
gave the best air flow through. Essentially it's a sack you tie
between two trees and zip yourself into.  It's fine shelter in the
summer but, since it's really just a mesh cage and nothing more, only
really good when the weather is nice.  A little rain will flow over
the tarp I hung over it, but a heavy rain with wind and you're as good
as soaked...but that's part of camping, I guess.

Then my favorite part, which is the fire.  Had brought some fire
starting paste but took a little time to gather tinder and chop a bit
of dead wood with the hatchet I brought.  But within another 45
minutes, as the sun was just beginning to dip out of the sky, I had my
first flames springing to life.  Was gonna be a nice fire and a
perfect night of camping -- now that the weather had cooled down a
bit.  Took a swig of Goldschläger from my flask, and heaved a deep,
contented sigh.

A perfect night of camping, I thought.  I had no idea what was in store.

***

Probably fell asleep around 11...never really stay up too late camping
by yourself.  It was hot even without the sun, but swinging in the
hammock I caught a slight breeze, and fell asleep easily.

Couldn't have been snoozing for more than an hour or so when my
hammock started to shake a bit, and I came to consciousness hearing
the vague sound of laughter.  I opened one eye, then the other, to
find none other than Red Sox dude standing beside my hammock, looking
down at me through the mesh netting, a drunk smirk on his face.  He
scared the crap out of me.  Then I noticed his buddies, one behind him
and the other two on the other side of my "tent."  What the hell do
they want?

"What the fuck?" I said in half-sleep.

"Oh did we startle you"  He seemed almost concerned, but then added, "faggot."

Suddenly I was VERY scared.

I tried to get out of hammock but the zipper had twisted around
itself.   The four guys were standing so close to the hammock on both
sides that it was hard to re-position myself to get a better angle on
the zipper.  I was stuck.  My face must have registered my terror
because they started laughing.

"Relax" the bald rugby guy said.

"Yeah, calm the fuck down" Red Sox dude said, "we're just giving you
what you want, right?"

He motioned to the blond pretty boy to give him something, and he
handed over a leatherman. Red Sox Dude pulled out a knife in it, the
largest one, and I gulped.  What the fuck was going on here?

Almost surgically,Red Sox cut a hole in the hammock right where my
head was.  I struggled to get out but Rugby and The Other Guy held me
still.  Red Sox pulled away the mesh material, and suddenly I realized
what the hole was meant for.

He unfurled from his pants the meatiest, juiciest piece of meat I'd
ever seen.    I had very little experience with dick so close to me,
but this was by far the most  trophy specimen I'd seen.  He was semi
hard already as he shoved his dick into the hole.

"You bite me" he warned, "and we have a problem."

The guys laughed and I caught a huge whiff of Whiskey on their
breath--clearly they were pretty drunk and capable of anything.  With
no choice I opened wide and accepted the rapidly thickening rod into
my mouth.  Red Sox gave me something between a laugh and a sigh and
started bucking his hips.  "That's it cocksucker" The other guy (the
Red Sox dude's twin, that is) said.  "Save some of that mouth for us,
yo"

Red Sox moved aside and let the Other Guy move into position by the
makeshift glory hole.  He unbuttoned his belt and his pants came down
in one motion.  No underwear.  his dick was sweaty and a bit rank, but
he shoved it into my lips and forced me to open wide.  It was a pretty
big piece too, definitely a thick 7 inches, but not near the behemoth
Red Sox's cock was.  I sucked it the best I could, now fully awake and
shocked by what a turn my night had taken.  Red Sox tapped out his
buddy and re-took his place in front of me.  I sucked him deep as he
thrusted harder and harder.  The force of his thrusting made the
hammock swing, which made me go deeper down on their dicks.  They
seemed to love this, and were soon grabbing the rope support and
pulling it to make the hammock swing hard back on their dicks. I
gagged and choked but that only seemed to encourage them.


The other two guys were eager to get in on this action, and had soon
cut another hole in the hammock.  The Pretty Boy actually had a nice
big uncut dick, and he went first.  I swung my head around to take him
in my mouth.  He hot rock hard almost instantly.  The Rugby guy had
the smallest dick of the foursome, but it was thick alright (just like
him).  He was also the roughest, and started banging my throat
mercilessly from the second my lips were wrapped around him.

They took turns like that, me jerking off the dick waiting "on deck"
through one hole while working on another with my mouth, and then
switching.  While they waited they were taking more and more shots of
Jack Daniels, even pouring some on their dicks to dribble down into my
mouth.  I hated the taste of whiskey and tried to spit it out, but
their dicks pushed it inside me and I had no choice but to take it.
Sort of brutal, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't hot.

Could taste the precum from Pretty Boy's dick when he declared, "I'm
gonna lose my nut!" and Red Sox pushed him away, "Save it!"

"I'm trying" he protested.

 Suddenly Red Sox pulled his dick out of the 'on deck' glory hole and
motioned his friends over.  "Don't move, chief" He said to me.

They stepped away, took a shot together and discussed something
quietly.  I suppose I could have struggled and escaped the
hammock-tent, but by that point I was pretty turned on.  These were
hardcore studs using me hard.  Couldn't underestimate that.

Red sox was clearly the leader:  "If we let you out, you gonna be a good bitch?"

"What are you gonna do?"

"Answer my question."

I hesitated.  Then: "Yes."

"Say it.  Say you'll be our good little bitch"

"Ill be your good little bitch"

"Good". Rugby and The Other Guy unzipped the tent and I came tumbling
out.  I got to my feet and dust my pajama pants off a bit.  Suddenly
realized there was a whole different kind of "tent" in my pants. Shit.

Red Sox saw it and gave my crotch an annoying little fratboy smack,
"looks like he likes getting his face crammed with dick. Faggot is
hard as a rock!"

I definitely got turned on by dudes but was no "faggot"- and Red Sox
saw the angry look on my face everytime he used that word.  The thing
is when I got angry he would just smile...it somehow only made him
more likely to say it. He was a classic douchebag, but, as god as my
witness, a smoking hot one.

"Bet he wants his other hole crammed too" rugby said.

"Fuck." I said outloud, anticipating the  world of pain to come.

***

Pretty Boy and The Other Guy went to re-light the campfire...I had
gathered plenty of wood so it was pretty easy.  Red Sox insisted I
help him down a fifth of Jack Daniels...which was an oddly friendly
gesture in the midst of all this. Or maybe he just wanted me more
drunk.  They had brought what seemed like five or six bottles of the
stuff, and seemed determined to drink it all.

When the fire was lit they started chanting some frat song, and passed
around a joint.  I didn't smoke it, though I did smoke sometimes.  I
was too nervous to get stoned.

"You bitches ready?" Red sox stood up, a bit tentatively.  "Let's DO THIS"

He pulled his dick out of his pants and approached me. Couldn't get
over how fucking hot he was...literally a perfect body.  Too bad he
was such a jerk.  "Suck it" and I did.

Soon Rugby guy was behind me and, as I feared, looking like he was
about to bone me up my ass.  He took down my pants and spit in his
hand a few times.

"Gonna need more than that" Pretty Boy laughed.

"Nah." Rugby smiled, "I bet homo hear is pretty loose-looks ike he
gets fucked plenty."

He was very wrong. I had been fucked by two guys before, first  by an
older dude and then a drunk friend in college.  Between the two of
them it was only six or seven times.  But for some reason I've always
been "good" with taking dick...not sure if it's a blessing or curse.
With a bit more spit on his dick Rugby may be able to work his was
into my hole yet.

He did just that and I moaned in pain.  Red Sox fucked my mouth int
order to keep me quiet.  It was barely three minutes before Rugby
smacked the back of my ass hard.  I knew what that meant.  Suddenly my
hole was filled with warm liquid. Gotta say--felt great.

"You bastard, didn't want sloppy seconds". Pretty Boy complained.  But
soon enough he was buck naked, his thick dick too big for his compact
body, "oh well!"

He mounted my ass next, and rode me like a horse.  He gaves Red Sox a
high five, who continued to work my mouth from the other side.  it
wasn't long before Pretty Boy was cumming too...he pulled out and came
all over my hole.  Thick gobs that tangled up all my ass hair.  Was
gonna be a total mess tomorrow.

The Other Guy was jerking off on the side, and barely slide his dick
in me before he too was spurting cum.  This was the biggest load yet,
and I realized I was gonna have a hard time walking tomorrow with all
this dick up my ass.  How the hell was I gonna hike to the summit by
Sunrise?

Then there was just Red Sox dude himself.  "You want our leftovers?"
Rugby asked.

To be honest, I wanted his big dick up my ass too, but he didn't seem
interested in sticking it up there with all his buddies' cum.  Instead
he continued to work my face, forcing me even further down every time
I gagged.  He finally pulled out and jacked his dick violently.  When
he came it was like an earthquake, he let out a huge groan and rope
after rope of steaming hot jizz coated my face, neck, and chest.  In
the excited moment he knocked his cap off, and I noticed for the first
time his dead sexy mane of tight red curly hair.  Fucking ginger
stud--who would have guessed?

"Thanks faggot"  Red Sox said, pulling on his pants.  They all
suddenly seemed exhausted and eager to get out of there. Typical.

In a minute or two they had headed off.

I remember dousing the fire again, I was pretty damn drunk after all
that Jack Daniels  but at least I had the good sense to do that.  I
must have crawled back into my hammock tent because when I got up at
7:30 AM I was there, tucked in tightly, hardened cum coating my
butthole and lips.  Oh and two dick-sized holes in the mesh of my
tent.  Damnnit.

I got my peak and enjoyed the next day, but to be honest my mind was
just on the Red Sox stud and his buddies.  Who were they? Would I ever
see them again?  How did they know I would fag out for all their
dicks?  I was full of questions, though I guess I know now I'll never
get answers.

I hiked out later that day half-hoping to see them, but there camp
site was packed up and any trace of them gone.  I headed down the
trail and to the parking lot, took maybe 4 hours coming down.  I
spotted my car, an Audi...and the only car in the parking lot that
morning.  I noticed something sitting upright on the roof rack.

It was a bottle of Jack Daniels, unopened.  The leftovers.


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