Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2013 12:28:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Jarbear Jarbear <jarbear1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Campground - 83

Chapter 83

NOTE: If you would like an updated list of characters in all the chapters,
a map of my vision of the campground, and/or a listing of all the plots of
all the chapters. Just email me.  I do all this for myself to keep
everything sorted out.   Written by jarbear1974@yahoo.com

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We descended the loft ladder and stepped into the large room below the
loft.  I pointed out to Dad and Sheriff that this was where the parties
were held.  Bernie was there setting up his equipment for the party.  He
stopped for a moment and looked at me.  We walked over to him and I
introduced Dad and Sheriff Wallace to him.

He smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Bob, I heard your dad was here.  And
this is Sheriff Wallace – man!  Hard to resist a man in a uniform; even
if it's just an open and shirt and nothing else."  He stepped forward in
front of them.  With each arm, he reached around their waists and pulled
them to him.  He first kissed Sheriff, then kissed Dad.  Then he said under
his breath to them.  You guys are going to have fun tonight.  I'm going to
be on the lookout for you for some action.

Bernie then knelt in front of them, pulled them closer to him and took both
of their now hard cocks into his mouth.  As I watched, I could tell that he
was working his tongue around both cocks as best as he could.

While he was working on their cocks, Sherriff and Dad were close enough to
each other that they began kissing as well as kneading each other's ass
with their hands.  Bernie, then pulled off and began to alternate sucking
their cocks – going to the base – swallowing as much cock as he could
take.

As much as I enjoyed watching them and as much as they were enjoying their
3way, we had to keep moving on because we were limited on time.  "I'm sorry
guys," I hesitatingly said, "But we've got to keep moving if we're going to
see the rest of this place, eat and get ready for tonight.  You guys can
fuck all you want tonight here with a crowd to watch you if you want.  But
right now, we gotta go."

Dad and Sheriff pulled away from Bernie and headed towards me.  Bernie
stood up and said to me with a sigh, "Spoiler!"  Then he grinned.  I
laughed.

We headed to the other side of the barn and went up in that loft.  As I
spoke to them, they looked around, "This is what we call our theater.  Porn
is shown on the screen as well as videos of what goes on around here.
Anybody could be in them and it's understood that the videos stay here at
the campground.  Any questions?"

There was a quiet pause and then Duane spoke up, "Is that you on the screen
now?"

Without looking, I replied, "Probably, somehow I'm such a showoff sexually
that they get a lot of vids of me in action."

Sheriff then spoke up, "Well, is this scene shot here on the campground?"

I turned to look, "There was a scene showing a guy bound up and blindfolded
and two guys working on him.  I studied it further when a third came into
the scene and began fucking the bound guy.

Then I got it.  That blindfolded guy was me!  That scene was from earlier
today!  Whoever takes the videos, got one of me being kidnapped and taken
hostage.  So there were four in this incident: three guys who worked on me
and a fourth who took the vid.

As I looked closer, I recognized who the kidnappers were.  It was the
father and the two sons Jack and I encountered on the road a couple of
weeks back!

"Those are the guys who kidnapped me!" I blurted out, pointing to the
screen.

Sheriff Wallace spoke up, "Do you want to press charges?  I can arrest them
and lock them up for trial."

I thought for a moment and then came up with an idea, "How about if you
didn't take them to jail, but you bring them here.  Can you do that?"

Sheriff Wallace paused and then said, "Well, that's a bit unconventional,
but I think something could be worked out."  So I shared my plan with
Sheriff and Dad and they were agreeable to participate.

We then went down below the loft and I showed them the showers, weight
room, sling room and the camera room.  Dad seemed to show special interest
in the sling room.  He got in the sling to try it out for size.  I couldn't
help myself seeing my dad in that position.  I picked up the leather lying
on the floor and put it on him while Sheriff bound his ankles and wrists to
the chains.

The hood had a piece of leather s snapped into place which covered the
eyes.  Another covered his mouth and another covered his nose.  When we
were done with him, Sheriff looked at me and I winked back.

Neither one of us said a word.  I handed a bottle of poppers to Sheriff and
motioned for him to give it to Dad.  In the meantime, I got on my knees in
front of Dad's ass.  I gently parted his ass cheeks and pushed my face
forward.  I first kissed that round, pink asshole of his and then tickled
it with my tongue.  I heard Dad moan.  I knew he liked it.

Sheriff unsnapped the leather covering Dad's nose, unscrewed the cap off
the poppers and held it under each nostril as Dad took a good huff in each.
As that was going on, I got more intense on my ass rimming.  I worked my
tongue further into his asshole, planting my lips against his sphincter
muscle as I worked my tongue in.

Sheriff bent over Dad's crotch, reached in and gave his cock a few strokes.
With the poppers in his system, his cock immediately came to attention.
Sheriff took Dad's cock into his mouth and sank his lips all the way to the
base.  We could hear Dad's muffled sounds of delight coming from the
leather hood.

When I got Dad's asshole sufficiently loose and lubed with my spit, I stood
up and motioned for Sheriff to step in, which he did.  His cock was hard
and he aimed it straight for Dad's ass.  He then took hold of Dad's hips
for leverage and slid his cock all the way in – up Dad's ass.

I in the meantime, took over Sheriff's place of sucking Dad's cock.  It
turned me on that this cock that was up my mother's cunt, shooting his seed
in, was now in my mouth about to shoot another load of seed in me.  I was
getting to love Dad so much that I right then wanted his cock up my ass.

I couldn't stop the urge.  So while Sheriff continued to fuck Dad, I
crawled onto my dad, straddle his lap, took hold of his hard shaft, aimed
it for my asshole, then slid down on it.  I can't begin to describe the
feeling of my own dad's cock up my ass – knowing that the man who
provided the seed from his loins will once again seed my insides.  I almost
wished I could become pregnant by what he was doing to me right now.
(Imagine thinking that!  Am I nuts?)

I reached behind me and motioned for Sheriff to give me my bottle of
poppers which he did.  I uncapped it, stuck it under each of Dad's nostrils
which he huffed good and then I stuck it under mine.  When I was done
huffing, I was ready to go.

I rode my dad's cock harder and the sling would have started swinging, but
Sheriff had a good hold of Dad's legs as he continued to ram his cock up
Dad's ass.  Dad was really moaning loud enough to be heard throughout the
barn.  Well, it worked, some guys started gathering around us; watching us
and stroking their cocks.

I didn't give a fuck.  As I said before, I love putting on a show –
other guys watching me really turn me on.  I was so into getting fucked by
my dad that I said to the onlookers, "Hey guys – what do you think of
this – me getting fucked by my dad?"

One guy immediately spoke up – "That is your dad for real?"

"I'm not shittin' ya," I panted as my ass bobbed up and down hard.  "I want
Dad's manseed shot up inside his son.  And that's me!"

As the guys were watching us in amazement, they were stroking their cocks
harder.  Some reached to the side to assist someone else in their stroking.
One dropped to his knees in front of another guy and immediately began
sucking him.  All of this was going on in the little sling room.

It was then I began hearing moaning behind me.  Sheriff was going to shoot
his load.  I didn't look behind me, but kept right on bobbing up and down
on my dad's cock.  Sheriff rammed is cock into Dad one final time and let
out a loud grunt.

When he finally relaxed I leaned over to my dad and spoke softly to him,
"It's time we get going."

"Oh please," Dad pleased, "Let me have just a couple of more fucks.
Please!"

I couldn't turn down my Dad.  So I gestured to the guys standing around to
move behind me and fuck my dad.  A few of them were willing.  Each one
walked up to Dad's ass and slid his cock in.  Three of them each got their
fuck in – depositing their loads as I continued to ride my dad in the
sling.

When the third was finished with his fuck, I slid off Dad's cock and got
off the harness.  I then stepped behind Dad and kneeled down in front of
his ass.  I began again rimming out his hole good.  I got Dad to the point
where the Sheriff's load as well as the loads of the three other guys oozed
out of dad's ass.  I lapped it all up and then stood up.

I moved around to Dad's leather covered face and unsnapped the leather
piece covering Dad's mouth.  I bent over and kissed him long and deep,
letting the collected cumcloads flow from my mouth into his.  As we kissed,
I heard Dad moan with satisfaction.  When I pulled away, his mouth was in a
smile.  "Thanks," he said, "I needed that."

I motioned to Sheriff to help me as we unbuckled his ankles and wrists from
the chains.  After I removed the leather hood off of Dad's head, Sheriff
and I helped him out of the sling and onto his feet.  He stood there for a
moment and then said, "Oh fuck!  Wow!"

"We need to get going," I urged them, "So much to do and so little time!"

I led them to the beach to let them have a look around.  There were a
number of campers in and out of the water.  A few were embraced in the
water – we can just about imagine what was going on out there.  There
was activity as well on the beach.  One camper was calmly lying on his
beach towel while another was on top of him riding his cock.  Another
couple was doing a 69 together.

Sheriff turned to me, "My god, there always something going on somewhere!"

"Why not?" I responded.  "That's what this place is all about."

"Isn't there any modesty?" asked Duane.

"Why should there be?  We know why we're all here.  It's a waste of time to
be modest.  Too much time is spent being shy – not enough time to be
aggressive.  Let's move on."

We then moved on around behind the barn to the gate leading to the cruising
woods.  I explained to them the setup of this public place and it's purpose
– to lure guys to come to the campground.  I showed them where the key
is kept and the rules.  I unlocked the gate and had them follow me on the
path – just to get a quick peruse of the place.

As we walked, we passed a number of guys who were all dressed.  Several had
their cocks hanging out of their flies and some were stroking them.  Those
who didn't have their cocks sticking out – the bulges were obvious.

I showed them the rim seat bolted to the platform.  It was vacant at the
moment.  Then I took them to the cabin and showed them the sling inside.
We continued on around the path to the pavilion where the chair was bolted
to the floor.  There were several guys there making use of the space.

One guy was seated in the chair with another seated on his lap –
obviously with a cock up his ass.  He was bent over sucking the cock of the
camper standing in front of him.  Another camper was kneeling behind that
one rimming out his ass while another was kneeled behind the kneeler –
fucking his ass as well.

"Is that what you call `a daisy chain'?"  I asked.

"Hell if I know," responded Dad.

We then went on around the circle back to the gate.  Once we got through
it, I said, "Well this is the first time we looked at something here at the
campground without getting involved in sex."

"I hope that doesn't happen very often," laughed Sheriff.

We went on around the barn and I showed them the bunkhouse which was at the
moment empty.  But by the looks of a couple of duffle bags, several of the
beds were claimed.  "Here is where you'll stay," I said to sheriff, "I
think this is all I'll show you for now.  I suggest we all get something to
eat, get cleaned up and get ready for tonite's party.  I'll see you this
evening Sheriff."

Sheriff waved to us as Dad and I walked on to where I was keeping my camper
trailer parked.  No one was using it this weekend and upon examination,
everything was cleaned up and in order.  I told Dad that if he wanted to
stay in the trailer, he was free to do so.  Or if he wanted, he could stay
with me in my cabin.

"If you don't mind," Duane responded, "I think I'll just get my things out
of your cabin and put them here.  Nothing personal, but I've been enjoying
myself so much here, that I don't want to infringe on your privacy should I
want to be with someone."

"Do what you want.  You can be with anyone anywhere around here.  You don't
have to find a private location.  Of course, if you want to use this
trailer as sort of a whorehouse, you're welcome to it.  All I ask is that
you clean it up when you're done."

"Thanks, that's what I'll do.  If you don't mind, I'll go get my things now
and get settled in."

"Fine," I replied, "I'm going to walk the grounds a bit before supper to
make sure everything is OK.  Want me to meet you here in half an hour and
we'll get dressed and go out for supper."

"Fine with me," responded Duane, "The only bad thing is having to get
dressed."

I walked the circle around the camper trailers, then headed off to the side
of the primitive campground.  Most of the bikers were camped here because
they came in on their cycles (imagine a motorcycle pulling a camper
trailer).  There was quite a crowd and there was merriment in the air as
well as "other things."

When I arrived at the campfire in the middle, there was shouting and
cheering going on.  Lined up in a row were a half dozen bikers wearing
their leather gear.  Kneeling in front of each one was a camper (naked, of
course) giving them blowjobs.  There was a crowd watching this whole thing.

I approached one in the crowd and asked what was going on.  "It's a blowjob
contest," he replied, "Someone got in an argument with someone else stating
that they could suck the cum out of a guy faster than anyone else.  Several
disagreed and then this is what happened."

I stood and watched the campers bobbing their heads furiously as they
sucked the cocks in front of them.  Each one took the cock clear to the
base and when they pulled back to the head, their cheeks were sunken in –
obviously giving a lot of suction.  Some of them had hold of the hips of
the guy in front of them, some were hands and knees on the ground like a
dog.  The guys standing were instructed to keep their hands behind their
heads and not help the cocksuckers.

It wasn't but a moment when one of them gave a yell, indicating he was
shooting his load.  When he was done, the cocksucker stood up and opened
his mouth to prove that he had won.

There was a lot of cheering going on as the rest of the cocksuckers
finished the blowjobs they had started.  The winner stood up and raised his
arms in victory.  This was fine and all, but I decided to give this a try
for myself.

I walked to the victor and said with a sly grin, "So you think you're the
best cocksucker, huh?"

The winner replied, "Well, didn't I just prove that?"

"I wasn't told about this contest.  So it isn't legit."

"What do you mean by that?  We set up the rules and we followed the rules.
Nobody cheated."

"There was one problem."

"What's that?"

"No one told ME about it."

"So?"

"So I believe that I'm the best cocksucker.  You're gonna have to challenge
me.  You willing to do it again against me?"

With the confidence, the winner replied, "I'll take you on right her and
right now!"

"Let's go then," I said taking a step forward.

The chosen judge of the contest then called out for more biker volunteers.
Six of them stepped forward.  "Men," the judge said to us, "choose your
cocks."

I picked out a biker whose cock was not too big, but enough that I could
work on without overstretching my jaws.  The winner picked out his.  We
both knelt in front of our chosen cocks and waited for the judge.  When he
yelled, "Go!", we orally attacked our cocks.

The cock I chosen was limp at first, but with my expert oral skills, it
wasn't but a few seconds before it was stiff and ready to go.  Some
cocksuckers work fast – like a motor piston.  I work long and slow.
It's not necessarily the speed in good cocksucking, but rather the suction
and at the same time, the tightly wrapped wet lips along with the tongue
action under the shaft.

Not everybody knows this technique.  But I do and it has always worked for
me in every situation.  Sometimes it's the seduction in the sucking that
gets the cum balls tingling right away.

This time, as always, it was working for me.  I heard my guy begin to moan.
I kept a steady sliding in and out as I kept up a hard suction.  Sure
enough, he yelled and I took the load.  What a load he had.  It was so
much, it was all I could do to keep from swallowing it.

When he finally pulled out, I turned around to face the judge and opened my
mouth as proof.  When I did, the cumload started gushing out.  I quickly
brought up my hand to catch it.  I brought my hand up to my mouth and
sucked the load off.

When I stood up, the judge took my arm and raised it up, "The winner!" he
yelled.  I just stood there with my mouth closed, but smiling.  At that
time, the crowd ran up to me to congratulate me and someone slapped me on
the back.  As a result, the cumload in my mouth shot out like a gun and all
over the judge's face.

Immediately, there was a shocked silence.  "Oh my god," I said in horror,
"I am so sorry!"

The judge stood there a couple of seconds, then calmly reached up, removed
some of the cum from his face with his fingers, then tasted it.  "Mmm!  Not
bad," he said with satisfaction, "Not bad at all.  Anybody else want a
taste?  Come and have at it."

The crowd laughed as they came forward and took their turns licking all the
cum off the judge's face.  I waited until they were done and then spoke to
the judge.  "Again, I am so sorry for what happened.  It was all an
accident."

"Hey bud, think nothing of it.  It added to the fun and excitement of this
place.  I loved it – wouldn't have it any other way.  This is all part
of the fun."

"I'm so glad you feel that way."  "Extending my hand out to him, I
continued, "By the way, I'm Bob, I own and run this campground.  What's
yours?"

Taking my hand, he replied, "Bud.  They just call me Bud.  I know who you
are.  Word gets around here.  I'm glad we got to meet."

"Well, Bud, are you coming to the party in the barn tonight?"

"Who's NOT going?  Of course, I'm going to be there."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that.  Look me up tonight at the party and I'll
make the event special for ya."  With that I reached in front of him and
began stroking his cock while with the other hand I reached behind and
kneaded his ass cheeks.  He leaned over towards me and we kissed.

"Well, Bob," he said softly to me, "I'll be looking forward to it."

I smiled at him as I stepped back, "See you tonight, my friend."  I waved
and headed towards my cabin.  I was feeling pretty good with what just
happened when I heard someone running to catch up with me.  It was my
blowjob competitor.

"Hi, my name is Sam.  I wanted to congratulate you on winning.  How in the
hell did you get him to cum that fast?  What's your technique?  Can you
tell me?  I want to know."

I laughed as I put my hand on his shoulder, "Well Sam, I'm willing to teach
anyone who wants to learn.  It's three simple techniques all happening at
once – slide, suck and tickle."

"Ok," questioned Sam, "tell me more."

"Well, you slide your wet lips up and down the cock slowly – at the same
time, you put a lot of suction to it – and also at the same time, you
massage or tickle the underside of the cock with your tongue."

"You're gonna have to show me."

"Ok," I said and I stopped in my tracks.  Sam turned toward me with a
questioned look on his face as if saying, "What?"

I right there dropped on my knees right in front of him, took his cock in
my mouth and began the techniques I told him about.  His eyes rolled to the
back of his head, he grabbed my head with both of his hands and he began
moaning out loud, "Oh my god!  Now I know what you mean!"

I figured it took one full minute for Sam to explode his load into my
mouth.  At the same time, he sunk to his knees to the ground.  My mouth
stayed on his cock all the way down – taking all of his load.  And I
swallowed it all.

Sam sat on the ground and when he got his breath, he said, "Man!  Now I
know what you mean!  That was great!  I need to get working on that
technique!"

"Sure thing," I said with a smile and called out to a camper walking by,
"Hey dude, Sam here needs to work on some cocksucking skills.  Mind helping
him out?"

"Sure!" said the camper.  And he stepped in front of Sam, flagging his cock
at him.

Sam got on his knees in front of the camper, leaned forward and took the
cock in his mouth.  I watched closely.  In just a couple of strokes, the
cock was hard.  Then Sam tried my techniques.  He wet his lips, then
wrapped them around the cock and began sliding up and down the hard shaft.

"Slow down a little," I instructed him, "The speed is not how fast you
slide up and down his cock.  The speed is how fast you can get him to cum."
So Sam slowed down and as I watched, I noticed that he was sucking hard as
evidenced by his cheeks sucking in.  "Now be sure to work that tongue at
the same time," I said.

"Man he's good," said the camper.  "Man he's good!" he said again, panting
a little more.  "Man, I'm shootin' already!" And with that, the camper
grabbed Sam's head and shoved his cock all the way in.  The camper must
have had quite a load by the way that Sam was gulping it down.

When Sam pulled off the cock, he turned to me and smiled, "Now I understand
what you mean.  I can improve on that."

"I'm sure you can," I said as I stood up, "I'm sorry, but I've got a dinner
appointment I've got to get ready for.  I'm late already."  With that, I
took off in a sprint for my cabin to get ready to go out with Dad.