Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2012 15:45:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Jarbear Jarbear <jarbear1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Campground -80

Chapter 80

NOTE: I just finished a new layout of the campground.  Also, the list of
characters and the list of chapter plots are all updated.  If you want any
of these, just email me. I do all this for myself to keep everything sorted
out.  Written by jarbear1974@yahoo.com

ANOTHER NOTE: The guy who wrote liking my chapters and asking for a plot
chart & campground map – please write again as I accidently removed your
email.  Thanks!

As the sheriff pulled off to the side of the road across from me, I worked
myself around to the opposite side of the pole.  Being out in public like
this, I've got to have some sense of modesty.  The sheriff got out of the
car and just stood there for a moment looking at me – I guess he was
surveying the situation.  Then he sort of sauntered over to me.

"All right," he said with a tone of condescension, "What happened?  How did
you get yourself in this mess?"

"W-w-w-ell," I stammered at first, "I was kidnapped by three men who took
me to their place.  They had `their way with me' and then left me here and
drove off."

"Ok," he said, "Wait here."  He walked back to his car, opened the trunk
and pulled out a small box.  He came back to me, opened the box and put on
a pair of latex gloves.  He then squatted down in front of my ass.

As he reached up and parted my ass cheeks, he spoke, "So those three guys
raped you, then."

"Well-l-l, not exactly," I replied sheepishly.  As I said that, he
immediately stopped what he was doing.

"What do you mean, `not exactly'?" he asked, remaining in the squatting
position behind me.

"Well-l-l, I wouldn't call it `rape'."

He slowly stood up with a sigh and walked around to the front of me, and
stared right into my eyes, "I think you better give me the whole story."

"Well, the guys kidnapped me off my campground."

"What campground?  There's no campground around here."

"Well, yes there is.  I own a private one just a couple of miles from
here."

"So they kidnapped you off your campground, stripped you, stole your
clothes, and raped you."

"Well, no exactly."

"Well, then," the sheriff replied with more frustration, "tell me exactly."

"I was naked when they kidnapped me."

"Ok, what kind of campground is this?"

"A nude one – for guys."

"A nude campground for guys," the sheriff repeated under his breath.  Then
his eyes widened, "Are you saying this is a place for gay guys?"

"Well-l-l, yes," I replied hesitatingly, "That's why it's private."

The sheriff paused a moment, looking me up and down and then said, "Go on."

"I was in the water, at the beach and they snuck up behind me and
blindfolded me and told me that I was going with them."

"Did anyone see this happen?"

"I don't, know.  I was blindfolded.  I thought this was sort of a game, so
I went along with it.  The other campers probably saw me smiling through it
all and probably thought it was a game too."

"Then what happened?"

"They loaded me in a truck – I think – and took me several miles to a
farmhouse – I think."

"Then what happened."

"From what I gather, they stripped down and started having sex with me.  I
was really scared at first, but then I got to liking it."

"What all happened."

"Well," I said with some embarrassment, "The stuff gay guys do together.
It ended up all three fucked me.  Then they loaded me back into the truck,
brought me here and tied me to this telephone pole.  I managed to work my
blindfold off.  But by the time I got it off, they were gone."

The sheriff paused, just looking at me, then said with a sigh, "Well I
still have to examine you to see if there's any sperm I can gather up."

I immediately spoke up, "Oh, you don't need to do that.  I'm not pressing
any charges.  I just want to be untied from here and taken back to the
campground."

"Nevertheless, I still gotta do it."

I questioned if he was right – but he's the sheriff and who's to
question the sheriff?  So I just stood there waiting for him to begin his
task.

He squatted down in front of my ass again and parted my ass cheeks with his
hands.  There was a pause, so I looked behind me to see what was going on.
His face was close to my ass as if he was examining my hole closely.  With
his thumbs, he carefully worked on my asshole, massaging it until finally a
drop of cum did emerge.

Then the surprise of my life happened.  He leaned forward and licked it off
with his tongue.  I gasped in surprise and delight.  Automatically without
thinking, I pushed my ass back, giving him more room to work on my hole as
well as indicating to him that I liked it.

When I did, the sheriff pushed his face in further and began tongue fucking
me.  What a turn-on for me!  Imagine that - a true officer of the law was
squatting down behind me giving me a rim job.  All I could say in response
was, "Oh fuck!"

He worked on me several minutes, getting my asshole loose and wet before he
stood up.  Softly, he said, "Keep an eye out for traffic, because I'm going
to be too busy fucking this ass of yours to watch myself."

As I watched for any oncoming traffic, I heard him unbuckle his belt, unzip
his fly, unsnap his slacks, then push them down.  I quickly looked behind
me and got a good look at his cock as he was stroking it.

"Like the looks of my cock?" he asked seductively.

"I like any cock, period.  But yours is beautiful.  Go ahead that slide
that fucker of yours up my ass. I want it."

"But you've just been fucked three times before I got here," he said
teasingly, "Haven't you had your fill of cock?"

"I never have my fill of cock," I said, egging him on, "I love sucking cock
and getting fucked by cock.  I love rimming out asses like you do.  Go
ahead and fuck me – fuck me now!  I want your cock in me!"

"All right, if that's what you want.  Here it is!"  With that he gripped
his cock with one hand and held onto my hip with the other for leverage.  I
felt the head of his cock work around and massage my hole – gently
teasing it.

Fuck with all this teasing, I wanted that cock up in me!  So I thrust my
ass back, causing the sheriff's cock to plunge deep into me.  The sheriff
let out a loud groan as he grabbed my hips with both hands and began riding
me.

I have to admit that it was a great fuck given by a sheriff.  He kept
banging my ass as I kept a lookout for traffic.  Fortunately, being a
county road, there wasn't any.  As he fucked me, I squeezed onto his shaft
with my sphincter muscles, stimulating his cock more to shoot his load in
me.

"Come on!" I gasped out loud, "Shoot your load in me.  Spray my insides
with that fuckload of yours!"

Between pants, the sheriff said, "By god, you're getting my breeding juice
right now."  With that, he gave his cock a final plunge into me and I felt
my insides being filled with his warm seed.  I couldn't help but smile with
satisfaction.

As soon as we got our wits together, the sheriff dressed back up and untied
me from the pole.  I rubbed my wrists for they were beginning to get rope
burns.  As he escorted me back to his car I took a glance at his badge and
it said "Wallace".

"So your name is Wallace," I said as he helped me into the back seat.

"Yeah, that's right, but I would rather you keep that quiet.  No one in the
department knows of this about me.

"Oh, I won't say anything.  Discretion is the big thing at our campground.
But I will let you know that we've had two sheriffs on our grounds doing an
inspection for drugs and that wasn't the only thing they did."

The sheriff looked at me perplexed.  I looked at him with a raised eyebrow
and winked.  He then said, "The only guys working on the drug detail are
Sheriffs Dullard and Doan."

I can't tell you anything.  I am not about to break confidentiality.  Just
know that you're not the only sheriff `paying us a visit.'  Get my drift?"

Sheriff Wallace looked at me and smiled, "I guess I'll have to do a little
investigating on my own."

"Just don't pull me into this," I replied.

I gave him directions to the campground and on the way, I told him all
about it, inviting him to join in on the biker's weekend festivities.
While driving, he looked through the rearview mirror at me and said, "I'll
probably take you up on that."

"For now," I said, "I wouldn't drive your sheriff's car on the grounds.
You might panic some of the campers.  But when you get off work come on in
to the registration building.  Brad is running the office.  Have him call
for me on the intercom and I'll come and get you in - free in appreciation
for saving me.  I'll show you around the grounds to get you familiar with
the place.

"I'd like that he said with a smile."  By then, we had arrived at the
entrance and I instructed him to let me off there as I could walk the rest
of the way to the campground – it being only a quarter of a mile.  Upon
leaving, he called out, "See you tonight!  I'm looking forward to it."

"Bring a friend," I called back, "The more, the merrier!"

I headed down the road and walked into the registration building.  Brad was
faithfully manning the office when I walked in.  "Hey boss," he said,
"How's the day going so far?"

"Don't really know," I replied, "I missed a few hours of the day."

Brad looked quizzical, "How's that, boss?"

"I was kidnapped."

"My god!  How are you doing?  What happened?"

I gave him the details of what all had happened including the escapade with
the sheriff.  "All in all – it was scary at first – but it turned out
pretty good.  Still don't know who the kidnappers were."

"Wish I was there," Brad sighed, "I would have loved to have been fucked by
them all."

"Well, I've still got the sheriff's load in me if you want it."

"Sure I would!" Brad replied with a smile.  Then he said proudly, "I take
any and all cumloads that are offered to me."

I hopped on the registration counter, laid back, then lifted my legs up in
the air, exposing my asshole to Brad.  He immediately got on his knees
pushed his face into my ass, and began massaging my asshole with his
tongue.  It wasn't long before it was loosened up enough to let the
sheriff's load flow out easily.  Brad kept licking it up until he had it
all.

Standing up, he said, "Thanks boss.  I was feeling kind of lonely here in
the office by myself with all that action going on out there."

"Well, the sheriff told me that he would be coming in after work.  When he
does, call for me, because I'm to show him around.  In the meantime, while
he's waiting, you can work on him.  I'll take my time coming to the office.
So far, as I can tell, he's a top.

"Fine with me," Brad replied, "I'll take them any way I can get them."

I walked over to my cabin to take a look to make sure that nothing was
taken.  I usually do not open my cabin to the public.  This was the only
private place I've got and I can't stand any invasion of privacy.
Everything looked fine.  I guess the kidnappers just wanted to take me and
rape me.  Ha!  Likely that will ever happen.  As I have said several times
before, "You can't rape the willing!"

I stepped outside and stood there for a moment; not knowing where to go or
what to do right now.  So I headed for the barn.  There were a number of
guys in the hot tub with a lot of action going on.  I stood and watched for
a while until my cock got hard. So then I decided to go up to the loft to
where the orgy area was.

I was in the mood for straight hardcore sex.  I didn't give a fuck who it
was or what was going on.  I just wanted to play with cock and ass and I
knew that I could get it right away there.

So I climbed up the ladder to the loft and stood for a while until my eyes
acclimated to the darkness.  As they did, I noticed that there were a
number of guys together in one heap.  Looked great!  In fact, I knew that
there was room for one more and so I decided to join in.

As I approached the group, I got down on my hands and knees.  When I got
closer, there was a black ass sticking out in my direction.  I love rimming
out a black ass!  So I headed straight for it.  I began kissing and licking
the ass cheeks before I used my hands to part them, exposing the black
asshole that was hidden.

I leaned forward and with my tongue began licking the round-shaped
sphincter muscle.  It winked at me a couple of times indicating that it
approved of what I was doing.  I licked and massaged it more with my tongue
before I planted my lips around it like a seal and began sucking.

As I did, I pushed my face in.  I wanted to get as much of my face pushed
into that ass as possible.  It had a little bit of a musky smell and I
liked that.  I worked my face up and down that dark ass crack like a pig
rooting for food.

As I continued to work on the black ass, at the same time, I worked my body
around until I was lying on my back.  I worked my tongue and mouth down to
the area just behind the ball sac.  I licked and slobbered on it some more
and then began working on the black nut sac that hung above me.

I continued to lick the sac until it was literally dripping with my spit.
I took each nut in my mouth and gently worked it around.  When I was
satisfied, I began moving up the long, hard black shaft.  It was then I
realized that all of this looked vaguely familiar.

That didn't stop me from working on the cock.  As I engulfed it down my
throat, sucking on it, at the same time I reached up with my hands to feel
around.  Everything felt familiar.  It should!  I realized that it was
Randy, head of maintenance.

Randy was also deepthroating a cock when I patted him on the ass a couple
of times.  He pulled off the cock, looked down and saw it was me sucking
him.  When our eyes met, he smiled at me, then winked, then resumed sucking
on the cock that was before him.

I reached up with both hands and grabbed hold of his ass cheeks and pulled
him down further on top of me, causing his black cock to slide further down
my throat.  I had no problems swallowing it whole because I had control of
my gag reflex.

As Randy began to slowly fuck my mouth, I reached between his legs and
fondled his ball sac.  This must have gotten his adrenaline going because
then he began to fuck me faster.  I let him pick up the speed because I
knew that any time now he was going to shoot his load.

When he got to "the point of no return", I immediately pulled back so that
just the head of his cock was in my mouth.  I've tasted his load several
times before and it tasted sweet.  I didn't want the load just to slide
down my throat.  I wanted to savor the flavor for a while.

So he shot his load into my mouth and when he was done, I let the head slip
out.  I just laid there for a while sloshing it around my tongue and
between my teeth, enjoying the flavor.  Then I gulped down the sweet
nectar.

Randy pulled back so that his face was just above mine.  He looked down at
me and gave me that warm gentle smile.  I reached up and pulled him down on
top of me and we hugged and kissed.  We always enjoy being together –
whether alone or anywhere else.

Randy whispered in my ear, "Thanks for the blowjob.  You are the best
cocksucker I've ever had."  He then got up and quietly left.

As I laid there for a while, someone else entered the human pile and
impaled himself against the cock that Rand was sucking.  I was just below
it and watched the ass fucking that was going on.  The fucker began to ride
the ass faster so that he had to grab the bottom's hips for better
leverage.

It was then I heard the fucker's loud groan as he thrust his cock all the
way in one final time.  He held it in as he was shooting his fuckload into
the ass in front of him.  It must have been pretty intense because they
just held that position for a while.  I just lay beneath them – between
their feet – looking up at what was happening.

When the fucker finally pulled his cock out, the one fucked didn't stand
up, but squatted down further above my face.  He was going to give me the
load.  I opened my mouth wide to receive it.  His asshole was about six
inches above my mouth when the cum began oozing out.  It was a direct drop
onto my tongue.  All of it slide easily down my throat.

When that was done, he squatted all the way down, sitting on my face.  I
worked my tongue over the asshole and then sucked on it hard.  I wanted to
make sure I got it all.  Sure enough, I did.

When I was finished, I patted the guy's ass, indicating to him that I was
done.  He stood up, stroking his still hard cock, turned around to face me.
He looked down at me while he was still jacking.  I smiled back at him and
then gave him the "come" gesture with my index finger.

Still straddling my chest, he lowered himself until his cock was close to
my mouth.  He picked up speed on his jacking and I knew that I was going to
get a third load down my throat.  As he jacked harder, he began to pant.
Then he leaned forward and slid his cock into my mouth.  I felt the cream
on my tongue as it flowed into my mouth.

He just held his cock in my mouth until he got enough breath and stamina to
stand up.  "Fuckin' wow!" was all he could say.  He then turned around and
left.  That didn't bother me, there was still a number of bodies piled
together in the heap and by then, the bodies had moved around so that I was
now at the bottom of the heap.

Fortunately, I wasn't suffocating being on the bottom of the pile.  But
there were so many cocks, asses, tits, and faces moving around, that I had
no trouble getting a taste of a lot of them.  At the same time, I felt
different mouths sliding down my shaft which was definitely hard and
sticking straight up.

As I was enjoying this, I felt hands grab my ankles and lift them in the
air – exposing my asshole to anyone who would want it.  With all the
bodies in the way, I could see what was going on around my ass.  But I soon
found out.

As I continued my sucking, kissing and licking everything within my reach,
I felt a cockhead press against my anus.  I relaxed so that it could easily
slide in.  I couldn't see who it was, but what the fuck – this was a
pile of bodies.  Anything could happen with anybody.

As I continued to orally do anything I could that was within my mouth's
reach the anonymous fucker was really ramming my ass good.  It was no
problem to me.  I was fucked so many times today, my asshole was naturally
open.  Might as well have hung a lighted "Open for Business" sign above my
crack.  But no need to.  Anyone who knew me knew that my ass was always
available for a good fuck.

What was interesting (and fun) with this group was that the fucker working
on me fucked me fast and furious so that he shot in me right away.  Then no
sooner had he pulled out when another fucker slid his cock in me and did
the same thing as well.  There must have been four or five fuckers that
literally gangbanged me.

When they were done, the cumloads were oozing out.  But as with any orgy,
there's always someone available to clean up the mess – with his tongue.
That happened here.  A camper immediately took his place by my ass and
began licking the load up off the floor.  He then works on my ass crack and
then my asshole – inside and out.  When he was done, everything was
cleaned up.

I smiled at him and thanked him for "cleaning up after himself."  He
laughed, stood up, and then began working himself into another part of the
human pile.

I was just going to resume my oral activities when I heard Brad on the
loudspeaker, "Bob, we have someone here who needs to see you.  You better
come right away."

"Oh fuck," I said quietly, "Just when I'm having a great time, business
happens."  The others in the pile laughed as I stood up to leave.  Walking
away, I called back, "It's been real, guys.  Thanks."

I head back towards the registration building admiring everyone and what
all they were doing.  It looked like a perfect setting where everyone could
just be themselves.

When I walked through the door of the office, Brad was standing there with
a man who was clothed.  Brad had a look of concern on his face.  "Boss here
is the person who needs to see you."

The man walked towards me and extended his hand, "Hello.  My name is Duane.
I'm your father."