Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2016 20:14:41 -0800 From: Jon Hold Subject: NEW: Campers Delight part 2 Part 2 "Would you like to come over to my motorhome? It'll be more comfortable than the shower room floor!" "Naw..." the boy said, hanging his head, "Dad'll have dinner ready and be wondering where the hell I've gotten off too.' Frisking like a young colt, the boy head butted me in the arm, "Hey! I know. Come to dinner and meet my dad." "I don't think that's a good idea, Scott. Just dropping in for dinner like that. I mean..." "Aw, come on. Dad always makes plenty, and besides, I'll bet he likes fucking you even more than I do. Dad's too big for me so I just suck him off and I know he'd just love to have a nice butt like yours to fuck." What with all the attendant pulling and teasing and urging and whining, I was being introduced to Scott Senior before I had a chance to actually say, "No." Instead I stood there like I was brain damaged, mouth hanging open and all but audibly panting as I stared at the massive hunk who was grinning as he looked me up and down. Scott Junior reverted to being a nine-year-old and was bouncing around telling his dad all about how he met me and how nice I was and what a good fuck I was and how he hoped his dad liked me too so they could team fuck me and would it be okay if I stayed for dinner and... Senior waived Junior to silence and I blushed bright red as it suddenly dawned on me what the boy had been telling his father. I blushed even redder when I saw the hunger in the mans eyes. Then a deep basso rumble came quietly and calmly from deep in the mans chest, "You hungry?" "No." I said. Blushing again, I looked embarrassed and said, "Yes, I mean... that is... I... uh..." "Good!" laughed the big man. "I think a hungry man fucks better anyway. Junior, you keep an eye on that soup and don't let it boil over." A heavily muscular arm draped itself companionably over my shoulder and the next thing I knew I was walking with the big man towards a huge fifth wheel trailer. We somehow got inside and got the door closed without any major accidents. Powerful arms locked me in place and cushy lips covered mine and I just held on, more in shock than anything else. {[And, as to your soup concerns, the intent is to built a certain uneasy tension within the reader (which seems to have worked quite well with you). Which tension carries over to the next story where it will be resolved (along with other tension devices) to provide a mellowing mood that wanders through the sexual excesses. That is/was my intent in any case. I guess you'll just have to live with your tension until the next installment, unless you whack yourself silly so you can relax and go to sleep. How's that for some stubble propaganda technique? "The manipulation of minds for the betterment of mankind."] This was a note in response to my editors comments demonstrating my respect an concern for his well being. At least, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it!} "What's the matter?" asked the gentle giant, pulling back and looking at me. "I... Well. That is... Well, look at me. I'm old. Half crippled, balding, fat, and no one has ever accused me of being good looking. Now, all of a sudden, two of the best looking studs in the state are crawling all over me like I was some kind of movie star or something. You tell me what's the matter!" The big man held me at arms length and carefully scrutinized me, head to toe. "I've tried to teach my son to look inside a person before making any judgments. He seems to like what you are; I like what I see inside of you, what's not to like. Besides I just need to fuck, I haven't really thought much about marriage and spending the rest of my life with you. I laughed and snuggled back into his chest, his arms automatically assisting me. "So... your son says that you have a pretty big member. Was he fibbing?" "Nope. My boy always speaks the exact truth as he knows it." "Then it's true that he knows from first hand experience..." Scott Sr. left off chewing on my ear while guiding me up the steps to his bedroom just long enough to grunt a quick, "Un-huh." I found myself stripped naked, trying to get all the clothes off a body I could barely keep my hands off of long enough to unbutton his clothing. Hairy, taut flesh. Big, dark-brown nipples, sticking out, begging to be sucked and chewed. Belly hair long enough to bury your face and joyfully wallow around in the corrugated ripples of his hard belly. A crotch thicket so dense I had trouble worming my tongue through to lick the salty musk from his hidden pubic flesh. He winked his asshole at me and I dove beneath his balls to rim the springy band of muscle. He grunted and slipped a big hot turd right into my mouth. "Well," I thought, "That certainly takes care of dinner!" Tasty Turd Tort (or, perhaps, Chocolate Log Surprise if the other is just too, too much), hot from the oven. [Picking on my editor again. He HATED coprophilia!] Coming back up from having finally parted the wild jungle of black hair surrounding the big man's toot ring I stopped off at his balls to have a little snack. Scott Sr. collapsed to his bed, his legs quivering, as I finally managed to get one of his huge juice factories into my mouth. Rampant, Scott Senior decided that I'd played around long enough. Pulling my cock-slurping head off his monster cock he slapped my butt and said that I was done playing around and that HE was ready to get busy. I clambered up onto the bed and straddled his chest, presenting my ass to him as I plunged my head back down on his pre-cum leaking cockhead. I heard the drawer in the bedside table open and then felt something cool and slick being worked into my ass. Scott Senior was a consummate ass man, knowing exactly how to titillate and tease my bung hole until it was begging for one more finger or just a bit more pressure. Under the pressure from my ass I hardly noticed when I finally managed to completely deep-throat his monstrous hunk of meat. Scott Senior noticed though, and responded by holding my face down as he scrubbed his dense cock bush into my face and worked my ass over with four of his huge fingers. I was at the mercy of this huge man, and that's exactly how I wanted it. Civilized behavior disappeared as I gave myself up to sensations and the manipulations of the powerful cocksman in charge of my body in our primeval dance of the dominance of one man over another. Holding nothing back, I gave myself up completely into his hands. "Yeah, Baby. That's it. Gimme that Man-Butt! You're mine now and I'm going to use you. And when I'm done fucking you I'm going to give you to my son so he can fuck you until I'm ready for seconds. You might as well stick your head between your legs and kiss your asshole good-bye old man because when my son and I are done with you all you're going to have left is a Grade-A certifiable man-cunt that'll be needing cock all the time." I knew I was loosing it, but suddenly I thought I was tweaking! My asshole was taking one hell of a reaming from four long, thick fingers and another big hand was twisting and pulling at my nuts as I tried to deepthroat the bloated testicle filling my mouth while both my tits were being mauled so wonderfully good that I was screaming around the man-flesh that was choking me so well. Confused, panicking, I pulled back until Scott Senior's slobbery nut audibly popped from my stretched lips. My head came out from between Senior's legs and saw a grinning Scott Junior reaching beneath his father to give my tits a good working over. I'm fat and a bit out of shape so I've got big tits and Junior was loving it, working on my tits like Casanova at a milk bar. I put my head back between Senior's legs as he lifted my butt up to his face and rolled me up on my shoulders as he squatted and spread his knees. I can take a hint. My tongue was up his bunghole just as fast as I could lick the thick hair out of the way. The next thing I remember clearly I was on my chest on the bed with my ass up in the air while Senior finger fucked my ass as Junior and Senior discussed whether or not my ass was ready for Senior's prodigious penis. I lay there smiling, their voices coming from miles away as I enjoyed the bliss that encompassed my entire being. "I know how to tell, Daddy!" I heard Junior say. I lay there smiling at the eager boy, watching him get out a big can of Crisco. He slathered the greasy stuff all over his right hand and up past his wrist. Moving around behind me, he made sure I could see him make a fist and then put it against my throbbing asshole. It felt really good as he twisted his fist around, knuckle massaging my tenderized ring. Good as it felt, he really wasn't making much headway. "Come on, Grandpa. Relax and open up so your grandson can get you ready for Daddy. Daddy's going to make you feel so good, Paw-Paw. Relax... Yeah, like that, Paw-Paw. Relax for your Scott boy, Paw-Paw." I took a deep breath and let it go. All the tension I hadn't even been aware of left my body. I relaxed and laid completely open and defenseless, ready for this wonderful boy and his father. The sensation as Scott Junior's fisted knuckles spread my channel open and then passed through the stretched muscle and tender, soft tissues had fireworks bursting in my mind. Junior went inside of me and rested as I clamped down on the narrower part of his wrist. Still. Still until I came back down from wherever it was I'd gone. Twisting, rotating, Junior pulled back through my muscular tunnel until my everted flesh finally released him. Immediately, he softly plunged right back into me and then immediately back out. In. OUt. IN. OUT. iN. OuT. Stopping to juggle around inside me. Resting, open hand caressing my buttcheeks. Making love to my asshole until he finally leaned over my shoulder and whispered into my ear, "You ready for Daddy now, Grandpa?" Tears weeped from my eyes as I eagerly nodded, "Yes." I felt Junior's fist open as his fingers spiraled out of my ass. His fingertips spread and easily kept my asshole gapeing open as I first felt his father move in behind me. Scott Junior's fingers never left me as they guided his father's prickhead to my open hole. I felt heat and pressure as Scott Senior snuggled in close to my bared flesh, the head of his cock too big to just slide into me, the smaller nose peeked into me and immediately slathered gobs of natural lubricant all over it's desired pathway. The burly man held my hips and his son held and guided his cock as his father began to apply pressure that stretched and pulled at me. Senior backed off, relieving the pressure as I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I moaned with the pleasure of two men servicing me. My ass lips puckered and kissed the wonderfully rounded nose that was seeking passage to deep pleasure for both of us. That nose was bigger around than most grown men's cocks and I tried to welcome it within me. More pressure and I could feel my muscles stretch and then spasm with pain. Senior backed off again and Junior used circular motions to grind the lips of his father's cock around and around the lips of my ass, slathering slick precum all over my tender flesh. Again Senior pressed his case and this time my ass ring was too slick to hold him back. I bellowed in pain. Scott Senior, panting and holding absolutely still. I could feel Scott Junior holding his father's cock in place, protecting me from further attack as he reached down with his other hand to rub and massage my neck and shoulders, shushing me and telling me to breathe, that everything was going to be just fine. Before long, I got my breathing under control and started to feel amazed at the feeling in my ass. Somehow, I knew that I was crouching in a strange bed with my ass up in the air, two near strangers doing things to my asshole that had never been done before. I amazed myself as I realized that I had taken a full-sized man-fist up my ass and now I was holding a cock that was even bigger in the grip of my unbelievably stretched, butt tight anus. I sighed in astonishment and Scott Junior moved his hand back a little bit and guided another half-inch of his father's now throbbing drumstick into my ass. I gurgled and clamped down hard to protect myself, but Junior allowed the half-inch in and, no matter what his father wanted, allowed no more to enter me until I sighed again, signaling him that I was ready for the next installment. A half-inch at a time, Junior fed me his fathers cock. I was soon totally concentrated on what was going on in my ass. I could feel Scott Senior's pulse beat as a throbbing in my ass. I could feel his eagerness pulling at my flesh. I could smell and taste his lust as sweat poured off his body and slid down my back. Junior was massaging my shoulders and wiping the combined sweat of the three of us all over my face before reaching back to pull and squeeze my balls and loose sac. The harder he squeezed the more cock I could take, and the more I wanted. Junior would only let me have just so much and he quickly got me to the point where I was begging for more cock. I was one of those who always pooh-poohed porn stories that relied on monstrous oversized cocks to impress the reader. Laying there begging for more of the hugest cock I'd ever heard of I started laughing, realizing that what I was taking up my ass was bigger than any porn author dared suggest. Scott Senior was a size queens dream come true, and I'd ended up on the bottom! My laughter seemed to amaze both Scott's and I just hummed down deep in my chest, welcoming the ache in my tightly squeezed balls and the magnificent fullness of my guts. "It's okay, Junior." I laughed. "Let him go. I'm ready for whatever your dad has." Tentatively, Scott Junior loosened his grip on the last of his fathers bloated shaft and Senior, unable to resist but mightily trying to control himself, lifted up on his toes as he leaned further forward, sinking the last six inches of his cock firmly into me. I moaned and rotated my butt. Scott Senior gasped, his arms reaching under me and up across my chest so his hands could clutch at my shoulders from underneath. His heated body, fur plastered down with rivulets of man-sweat, pasted itself to my back as he groaned and screamed at the same time, his entire body convulsing as his balls clenched and his cock burned with wad after wad of semen and cock juices. I felt it like he was pissing fire into me and I spread myself to better hold him up and take his out-of-control spasms. Junior was rubbing both of us and urging us to join even closer, as if that were actually possible. As we calmed and the tremors in our bodies shook more quietly, Junior explained to me that other than some livestock on the ranch, his father had never before been able to fully use his breeding organ. Senior just grunted in agreement and content, lying slumberous on my back. [["This is what we call in the business a "nice try" at justifying something that's a bit hard to believe. I actually think it only calls attention to the fact that the size of Sr.'s cock is a bit unrealistic. I think you'd be better off cutting the above 2 sentences and just letting the reader go with it. What do you think? " This entire fascination of mine stems from something one of my sailor buddies showed me. Three of us rented a car and picked up a hooker and went to an apartment some of the guys rented in a nearby town. The third guy was passed out when the other guy finished fucking the hooker. Being the concerned corpsman (medic) I was I asked the guy if he'd followed proper hygiene before and after fucking the gal. He sort of "aw shucks" `ed it. I pulled open the waistband of his military boxers and was treated to a view rarely seen by mankind. I insisted on showing him the proper steps to take to protect such a national treasure. Yes, Mary, it is quite literally possible for a man to be "hung like a horse"! The truth is ALWAYS more fantastic than any fantasy. Fantasizers are unable to go as far as Mother Nature will just for a joke.]] I was no longer afraid and I could feel the big brute on my back getting hard again. We were both working ourselves up into something much more active between the two of us when Junior returned to the bed and all but forced us apart. Hanging on each other, touching and feeling and making pleased male sounds we allowed Junior to get shorts on us and, hefting a net bag with soap and towels and such, guide us back to the center of camp and the big shower room. We hadn't had dinner yet, but our hunger wasn't for food. ——- Intelligence plus character - that is the goal of true education. —-Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.