Copyright © 2006
By Lee Mariner
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is a story about a family campground on the eastern shore of
Virginia. It is a large campground located on the Chesapeake Bay
with an excess of five hundred campsites for camper trailers, mobile
homes, and tent camping. The grounds are carpeted in pine needles
from the many pine trees, more or less strategically left in place when
it was laid out. There is an abundance of rhododendron, azalea,
acuba and other varieties of bushes that contribute to the privacy
of the campers.
Most campgrounds have facilities, such as: tennis courts, basketball
courts, softball fields, and swimming pools
that are necessary to relieve, or at least, help relieve the boredom
that can set in rather quickly for adolescent boys and girls. A large
community bathhouse with access to the swimming pool provides showers
for swimmers as well as the necessary sanitary facilities that most of
the pop-top and tent campers will need.
Adjacent to the inevitable campground store was a large pavilion,
where movies were shown on Wednesday nights and teen-dances were held
on Friday and Saturday nights. The dances were discreetly
monitored by campground security, enabling parents to have some free
time for themselves. Unmarried singles, and younger
married couples that did not have children attended. Their
presence assisted in controlling the boisterous level of most of the
In addition to the facilities of the main bathhouse there were several
portable relief stations, scattered throughout the camp sites for those
that did not have self contained sanitary waste tanks. As the
campground grew, and there were more tent campers and pop-top campers
without shower or sanitary facilities, a smaller bathhouse was
built at the back of the campground, where most of those campers were
I started camping in a tent; with all of the paraphernalia that made
loading and unloading the back of my SUV a pain in the ass.
Eventually I graduated up the chain of campers, to a thirty-two foot
Concordia travel trailer. I was not totally inexperienced in
towing another vehicle, but something as large as the Concordia was
than I had previously attempted. Fortunately, while in the process
the unit, the dealer and I were talking; and when I mentioned where I
would be using the unit, he offered to tow it there and set it up for a
fee of fifty-dollars. I didn't hesitate in taking him up on the
offer. It may have been because he thought that I might not be
able to handle a thirty-two foot unit; but I liked thinking his sudden
largess was prompted because of
the several units that I had already bought from him.
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I had told the campground owners that I was buying another camper, so
they were not surprised when we drove up with me in the lead.
Over the years of camping, I had gotten to know the owners, John and
Helen Webber, and as I got out of my truck, John approached me saying,
"Damn, Wayne, you went whole hog with this one."
"Yeah, John, it is a little bigger than the Wilderness or the
this rascal has everything from soups to nuts, including a queen-size
bed, built in sound system, color television, and full sized
bath. I don't think I'll be needing anything
else for quite some time."
"I don't know, Wayne," he said slowly, giving the unit the once over as
he walked alongside, peeping into the windows as he spoke. "You seem to
get bit by the bug about every four years, but that is normal for a
"Sleeping on a real mattress will help with the arthritis." I whimpered, faking an aching back."
"I can relate to that," he said, laughing loudly at my antics. "I had
your space cleaned up after you towed the Terry away, and all new hoses
put on the hookups for the water
and sewage. Helen is tied up with taxes right now, so if it's
okay with you, Wayne, I'll come along?" He asked, his eyes
twinkling brightly. " I
want to check this bad boy out after it's set up."
"I was hoping you would."
is the same age as me, thirty-eight, good-looking, nicely built, and
and hung like a fucking bull. We had run into each other several
times in the bathhouse; and, we had given each other sly, hopefully
unnoticed side eye glances, and had made feeble attempts at covertly
trying to check each other out when using the urinals. John
would lean back slightly as if he was a
little unstable on his feet exposing a humongous
cock. Standing at a urinal in public made me nervous, and instead
of checking him out, I would nod, saying something that made no sense,
It was later, when I opened the door on a portable toilet unit close
to my campsite, that any suspicions that I had were dispelled. John was sitting on the toilet with his legs
splayed wide jerking off, and he didn't miss a beat as I stood
flabbergasted, and holding the door open. I couldn't take my eyes off
of the huge uncut, at least nine-inch cock that he was stroking with both hands. I don't remember what I
was feeling, or even that I was holding my breath, until he jerked me out
of my stupor; by saying, "Come on in, there's room enough for two."
"I...I gotta take a leak," I squeaked weakly, the door slamming behind me as I stepped inside, and
faced the urinal. There was a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, and my hands shook as I fumbled for my zipper.
"At first, I did too," he said huskily.
"Unh huh," was all I managed to grunt as I pulled my swelling cock from inside my jeans.
I stood holding my hard cock, trying to piss, which I knew would never
happen as long as I had a hard-on. At the same time, I wanted to
turn around and suck John's cock, even though I wasn't sure what
his reaction might be. He solved the problem when he leaned
sideways to look
at my cock and whistled. "Man," he said excitedly. "I had a
were hung, Wayne, your cock is as big as my
A sudden wave of boldness washed over me as, I turned to face him,
slowly stroking my cock and saying, "Eight-inches is close to nine."
"And just as thick," he said in a tone of admiration as he pulled me
closer, brushing my hand away from my turgid cock and taking it in his
I felt my muscles tightening at the sensation of his lips encircling
the blood engorged head of my cock. Breathing in deeply, I exhaled
explosively, exclaiming excitedly, my legs quivering as he
swallowed my cock, "Oh, Jesus, John, suck it, Baby. Eat every damned
Grabbing the cloth covered cheeks of my ass, he pulled me forward with
such force that I had to throw my hands up against the back wall of
the toilet. He was like an animal devouring and sucking on as
much of my cock as he could under the cramped circumstances.
I was oblivious to the sounds of campers passing by as he suckled with
the intensity of a newborn calf. The only thing that I was
feeling was the fire of an intense ecstasy building in my loins.
I didn't hear him unrolling
toilet paper while rabidly sucking my burgeoning
cock. I was enjoying the bolts of fire that were shooting through
my loins. The hot burning sensation, deep in my nuts, preceding
the volcanic eruption that was rushing to be released through the
urethral canal of my swelling cock, into his greedy mouth, filling his
overflowing with hot bitter sweet sperm. An uncontrolled ethereal
feeling swept over me when I felt his passionate moans, my cock
reverberating with the intensity of a tuning fork. The euphonic
waves of his moans of passion infused my tightening muscles with the
essence of total pleasure as he sucked my hardening cock in that moment
of uncontrolled lust. We
both reached the erotic plateau of subliminal bliss as our cocks spewed
massive streams of thick, sticky sperm.
My knees were shaking uncontrollably as he sucked, draining the last
remnants of the aphrodisiac that he had craved from my wilting
cock. A soft after glow of ecstasy engulfed both of us in
a deep mist of euphoria. My cock was slowly softening, but he
continued sucking and moaning, gently resisting my efforts to withdraw
from his tight lips. When my cock slipped from his lips, he let
his hands drop down around my thighs; holding me tightly to him as he
breathed deeply with his nose in the thickness of my pubic hair.
"God, Wayne, I've been wanting you ever since you first started camping
here, and it was as fantastic as I thought it would be," he said.
John leaned back, looking up at me with doe soft eyes, as I straightened
up from leaning over him. His still impressive cock lay in his lap
wrapped in sperm soaked
toilet paper, and his magnificent chest rose and fell
"It took long enough before we finally got around to it; but, that was
mostly my fault. What with you being married, and my not being
that forward, I wasn't exactly sure if you liked sex with men," I
said. I smiled at him as I unrolled a few sheets of paper to wipe
remaining drops that inevitably drained from the urethra opening in the
head of my cock. "Besides that, I've never had a married man suck
Leaning forward with a grin on his face, his dark brown eyes sparkling,
he took my just as impressive half-hard cock in his hand, sliding the
foreskin back with his fingers. In a firm milking
motion, he drained the remaining fluid onto his tongue before
swallowing my swelling cock. Tightening his lips, he slowly
stripped and swallowed what nectar remained as his tongue washed the
sensitive glans. "Does it feel any different if some single
it?" He asked, my hardening cock slowly filling with blood from
being resurrected by his demonstration of the nonexistent difference
between faggot and married cock sucker.
"No difference, but I'd like to taste a married cock to see if the
pussy has any effect on its flavor," I answered; as I leaned down and
squeezed the toilet paper covered bulge in his crotch.
"No effect at all, Wayne, and I'll give you all you can handle but not
now. It'll have to be later," he said, as he stood up to finish cleaning
his gorgeous cock. "I've got to get back to the office before
the old lady sends out the scouts. I told her there were a couple
of these toilets that the locks needed to be fixed so they would lock
until the honey wagon got here, but I've been horny as hell all
morning, and I wanted to jerk off. When you opened the door, that
was an unexpected bonus, and there was no one around to prevent me from
finally getting what I've been wanting."
"And now that you've had it?" I said huskily, as I ran my arms around
his chest holding him tight, our hard cocks jammed between us.
His eyes bored into mine as he placed his arms around my shoulders.
"Jesus," he whispered, licking his lips as he spoke. "You're a horny
fucker, aren't you?"
"Only when I'm with an exciting, horny and hot man, John. You are that, and more."
"How about this Friday?" He asked. "Helen is going up to Princess
Anne to help her mother, and won't be back until at least next Tuesday
"Your place or mine?" I answered, hoping he would say his place.
"Mine, the bed is bigger."
"I'll be there, but if you want something before Friday....., I'll be here," I said trailing off my thoughts, but hoping.
"Maybe...." He said, a twinkle in his eyes as he cracked the door and
looked outside before leaving. "Don't follow to close."
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"Christ." I thought, exhaling explosively as I sat down where John had
been, my hard cock jutting up from my fly like a steel
javelin. Quickly undoing my jeans and pushing them down
around my ankles; I stood at the urinal and jerked off to
relieve the pressure of the fire that John had rekindled by sucking the last of my
sperm from my cock, and by his promise of an exciting weekend together.
Just as I was zipping my fly shut the door started to open, and I
hollered, "Someone is in here. I'll be out in a minute."
I heard a muffled, "Sorry, I'll wait."
"Damn," I thought,
looking at the sperm on the side of the urinal. "There is no time
to try and work up a piss to wash it away."
When I pushed the door open, there was a clean-cut young man in shorts
and muscle shirt waiting. He was probably eighteen or nineteen years
old, close to being six-foot tall with light brown hair closely
trimmed, well built and tanned a deep chestnut. His eyes were a
golden hazel, and they twinkled when he looked at me. "I didn't
mean to rush you."
"Oh, no, I was almost finished," I said standing and hesitating; holding the
door open as my eyes moved over his lean muscled lanky frame and the
very noticeable bulge in his crotch. "The door lock is broken, but the manager knows about."
"That's okay, I'm not worried," he said. His eyes twinkled
impishly as he went
inside the toilet, moistening his full succulent lips with the tip of
his tongue, and looking over his shoulder. "Besides, I don't
have anything to hide."
"Damn," I thought to myself, as the door slammed shut. "Why haven't I seen him around the campground?"
Just as I started to move away, I heard, "Mister, are you still out there?"
"I was just leaving. Why, is something wrong?" I answered, perplexed by his call.
"There isn't any toilet paper."
"Ouch, I'm sorry about that." I said, suppressing an involuntary chuckle
at his predicament. "I was going to replace the roll when you
started to open the door. Give me a second, and I'll get a roll."
My pop-top camper was less than a city block from the toilet, and it was only a few minutes before I was back with it.
"Are you still there?" I asked stupidly, and without thinking, pulled on the door handle.
It surprised me when it didn't give to my tug. For a moment I thought
that maybe the kid had somehow fixed the interior lock, and then I heard, "Yes,
"Did you fix the lock?"
"No, Sir, it wasn't broken," he answered, and I heard a clicking sound.
John had said that some of the locks need to be fixed; and, assuming it
was broken, I hadn't tried the lock. I hadn't checked it when the
kid opened the door earlier or after I had stepped outside.
When the door moved outward slightly, I pulled it outward wide enough
to hand the roll in too him. I gulped nervously when he pushed
the door open a little wider. He was sitting on the toilet
completely naked except for his sneakers. Taking the roll from my hand
and setting it on the space beside him, he leaned back the same way
that, John had earlier. His beautiful, cleanly circumcised cock,
stood proudly upright in a position of readiness, much like a
seven-inch missile. Its' thick base was
surrounded by a nest of dark silky hair that covered his balls and
pelvis; and, there was a silky treasure trail between ridges of hard
abdominal muscles to a cute inny navel. His unblemished, tightly
muscled chest rose and fell rhythmically. The dark nipples of
his hard, defined pectoral breast muscles were encircled
by large dark aureoles, and demanded attention. Golden flecks of
lust flashed in his
glistening hazel eyes; boring hungrily into mine, fires of lust burning
in their golden depths. Breathing in
deeply, and wrapping
his fingers around his thick cock, he smiled as he softly said, "Why
don't you come
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There were a few sheets of toilet paper still on the roll, but he was right, the door lock was not broken.