Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2016 20:14:39 -0800 From: Jon Hold Subject: NEW: Campers Delight part 1 M/M/T Incest Generations oral anal discovery Prolific author Author notes ——- Author's note. I left in the editorial comments on this one. You can erase them if you'd like. I thought some of you might like to see some of what goes on between Author and Editor. Camper's Delight by Jon Hold Copyright © 2015, 2016 jonhold@earthlink.net I've been a full-timer off and on for years. Meaning that I prefer to live in my motor-home. This year I was trying something different, saving a little money. I had a deal with the Army Corps of Engineers to manage and maintain a remote campground. I'd had no idea just exactly what they'd had in mind by "remote". Eleven miles of dirt road that began 25 miles from the nearest town. Even this far out we had electricity, a good water system and graveled roads within the camp. The people who found this site were 99+% mellow, easy-going and friendly. Once a week I did a major cleaning on the bathroom/shower building. The old quonset hut smelled of age and the thousands of naked men who had used it over the years. Left over from the winter training camp that had been here during WWII, the double walled construction left a hollow, echoing sound to the heavily sound and weatherproofed interior. Entrance was directly into the changing room with it's hardwood benches and metal lockers. To the right was a wall separating the rows of wash basins and toilets with sidewalls for privacy, but no doors. Across the back was another wall separating the large shower area. I'd done the women's Bathroom/hut in the morning and decided to do the mens head that afternoon. It was a little late when I finally started, but I just put up the "Closed for Cleaning" sign and locked the door. I'd hardly gotten started when I heard a noise from the toilet area. Stepping around the corner I was shocked into immobility. A kid, high-school senior or first year or two of college age, was going from stall to stall, looking at what was written on the walls. The powers that be didn't like it, but I left whatever was written on the walls for everyone to enjoy. There was plenty of interesting stuff --- and some downright nasty stuff as well. The kid was gorgeous. Beautifully built with heavy muscles everywhere and some very serious meat jutting from his narrow loins. He had a tight little ass to die for and every time he'd bend over to read something his totally hairless crack would part and the most perfect little pink rosebud I'd ever seen would wink at me. "I cleared my throat and I thought the kid was going to jump clean out of his skin. "Having fun?" I asked. He jumped... "Uh... Uhhhhh..." I laughed. "Don't sweat the small shit. You wanna see something, take a look at this one." I put a hand in the tiny, warm patch of fuzz in the small of his back and guided him down to the next to the last stall. The lighting wasn't really all that good down there (I purposely hadn't replaced the bulbs) but the full-color artwork was stunning. Some artist in the brotherhood had painted a totally realistic orgy scene on the walls. The kid gasped and looked up at me. "Pretty fucking awesome, huh?" "Jeeze!" was his only response. I let my hand slide down to the hard mass of his butt to help his thoughts with gentle rubbing and massage as I pointed out some of my favorite scenes in the painting. I figured that even if a fat old man wouldn't interest a gorgeous kid like this one, a free feel or two wasn't going to hurt anyone. Especially me! His dick was leaking precum in a solid stream that weeped and glistened all the way down to the floor. "Wow! That's awesome!" he exclaimed, pointing to a detailed tableau where an older man had a boy across his lap, spanking him while a much older, grandfather type was directing the daddy-types actions while he fed a truly large cock into the boys face. The boy seemed to be in ecstasy, his good-sized boner sticking down through the Daddy's legs. I rubbed the crack in his butt and asked, "You want some of that, boy?" The kid bowed his head and actually blushed. In a tiny little voice I could barely hear, he said, "Yes, Sir." Bemused, aroused, wanting the impossible to be true, I ran my other hand up and down the corrugations of his hard-plated belly. His pecs were mounds of solid muscle that were at least an inch and a half thick. I tweaked one brown nubbin and the boy's knees just about gave out from under him. "You like that?" I asked, running one finger gently around his obviously sensitive aureola. "Oh! Yes, Sir!!!" He said, looking me right in the eye and helped to hold himself up with one hand on the upper curve of my belly. "Good!" I said, giving his left tit a good tweek. "Help me clean this place up and maybe we can do something a bit more interesting together." The kid was all too happy to help. He seemed to take real pleasure from helping. Well, from helping and all the touchy-feely that was going on as we swept and mopped and scrubbed. The hornier he got, the more aggressive he got. By the time the place was spotlessly clean (much more so than if I'd done the work alone) the shy, bashful boy I'd found had been replaced by an openly aggressive, raunchy teenager who was doing everything but hump my leg like a stray dog. "That looks good, Scott. All we have left is the shower area. You ready?" We'd been working nude "to keep our clothes clean" so Scott just slapped my butt and said, "Let's do it!" He grabbed my ass in one of his powerful hands and guided me towards the big shower area. the horny boy was definitely the aggressor at this point. I had to constantly slap his hands off of me and prod him to keep him working. By the time we'd washed down the walls with disinfectant, lifted, turned and scrubbed all the wood slatting and the floor with disinfectant and soap and squeegeed the floors he was randy almost beyond belief. His whole body was shaking with need. Both of us were dripping sweat in the hot, humid shower area. Scott was replacing all the wood floor panels while I used the big rubber hose to wash the last of the excess soap mixture down the drain. Strong, powerful arms encircled me from behind and a pert little nose nuzzled under my ear. "Ummmm! You smell yummy!" the obviously heat-ridden boy murmured into my ear. Dipping his hips, he started poking at my rear with a bone-hard rod that was leaking what felt like pints of slick goo. I felt like a bitch being mounted by a stud dog, and had just as little resistance to my suitor as the bitch would have. I skittered my butthole away from him a couple of times, but that just caused his tongue to lash at my neck as his arms bulged and held me even closer. "Unh!" I grunted out in pain as he finally found my hole. My knees flew apart and I hiked my butt up to him just like the bitch I was at that moment "Uuuuuuuuuung" he whined gripping me so tightly I couldn't breathe as his hips tilted and his belly muscles went into rapid convulsions, making his ass jiggle in the most sexy way possible. He found my hole again. Pap, pap, pap, ratta-tat-plunge. Just like a dog, his rapid cock thrusting found my hole and opened it. Once his cockhead felt the heat, I was fucked, deeply and totally as the boy clung to my back, sank his teeth into my neck muscles and, in one furious thrust, you couldn't tell the difference between my ass hairs and his crotch thicket. I reflexively arched my back and thrust my butt back even further only to have the boy on my back go wild. I hadn't been fucked in years, and couldn't remember EVER being fucked so wildly. The hell of the thing was, I was just as deeply sunk into the lust frenzy as the boy was. The harder he fucked me, the harder I challenged him. "Fuck, Boy! Screw that fuckin' ass, Boy! Come on!!! Can't you get going? Try and put a little energy into it, Boy!" As if my words weren't bad enough, every time I called him "Boy" he got a little bit crazier, trying to prove to me just how much of a man he was. Truth be known, other that a certain unsureness in his own self, he was the stud of anyone's dreams. His long, fat cock filled me to my limits and his energy seemed to be boundless. When he started tensing up and his high-pitched whine was echoing from the shower walls, I went crazy. Surging back against him, sucking with my guts as the lips and inner muscles of my ass worked his cock over and attempted to suck his nuts right up inside of me. Bellowing on the top of his lungs, Scott took me down to my hands and knees. Crouched on the balls of his feet, his hands encompassing my hips, Scott fucked my ass into a juicy, sloppy froth. His male bellows and snorts changed to a boy's high-pitched scream as his heated wads of clotted essence splattered my colon. A soaring, undulating scream pierced my own throat as his big flared cockhead crushed my prostate one time too many. I couldn't, didn't want to hold back and the wilder I released my orgasm the wilder the boy on my back got until he was clawing and biting and truly tearing my asshole up. It was dark when I woke up. The pleasantly heavy weight of the lightly snoring boy on my back counteracted the rows of pressure caused by the wooden slats I was laying on. My slight movement caused the boy to hug me tighter in his sleep, and I felt a swelling begin in my guts. I was used to waking up with a full - need to pee - feeling, but this was different. A wonderful feeling of being filled with another mans essential part. The feeling of another man becoming all that he can be, inside of me. He thrust and sleepily nuzzled under my ear. I lifted my butt to him and he wiggled his way deeper into me. I moaned and he thrust, waking enough to grind his pubes into my ass and whisper in my ear just how hard he was going to fuck me this time. Someone knocked on the door. My asshole damn near got turned inside out as we scrambled off the floor and headed for our clothes. It was old man Widimark at the door and he gave me an odd sort of look as he headed for the toilets. Scott helped me gather up the cleaning supplies and put them away and then we left, joking around and punching at each other like a couple of kids. ----- If it comes down to a battle between the wimps and the barbarians, the barbarians will win. ---Thomas Sowell (50's era Marine)