Date: Wed, 16 Jun 2004 15:06:36 -0700 (PDT) From: J M Subject: CAMPGROUND Campground by Rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com I worked as a summer custodian at the Army Corps of Engineers campground nearby, and I had no idea it would turn out to be an unforgettable experience. It's amazing how many men go camping alone. Fate brought this particular fellow to me one day when I walked into the men's shower to clean. I put out the "closed for cleaning" sign and locked the door, thinking there was no one in there. He was standing in the dressing area, naked, getting ready to shower. He was extremely handsome and masculine with a "muscle-worshipper's" build and blonde curly hair. He seemed to be giving me a show.......pretending to prepare for a shower, busily rearranging his things on the bench. I guessed him to be about 35 years old, with a very youthful face. From behind he looked like a Greek god with a massive back that tapered down to about a 32" waist, and glutes that looked rock hard and chisled. His legs widened out because of his thick, well-developed quads with so little body fat they looked striated and cut. His calves bulged out below the taper of his knees and looked like horseshoes made of granite. He was tanned to perfection, except for the area protected by a high cut posing suit. When he turned around, he took my breath away! His chest had to be at least 52", with such well developed pecs he held his chest out like a cock in the barnyard. His abs were like a washboard, with his six pack clearly defined, and his serratus muscles rippling at his sides. I've never seen such broad shoulders with delts that looked like a bunch of bananas were perched on each one just under the skin. He dropped his keys so he had to pick up the changing bench to retrieve them, and when he did, his biceps and triceps bulged as though they were ready to pop out of their skin. I couldn't help but stare at him. He must have felt my glare and turned to look at me. My green eyes met his steel blue ones and he smiled. "I'm sorry to disrupt the place........my keys fell under here", he remarked. "Oh, that's okay, I need to clean under there anyway", I stammered. He stepped back with the bench in his arms, and I reached in to grab his keys. I held them as I swept the fur balls from under the bench. He sat the bench down next to him and stood there looking at me. I tried not to look at his cock, which looked like it was beginning to stir. After I finished sweeping, I noticed that a key had come off his ring, so I bent down to pick it up. As I came back up with the keys in my hand I lost my balance and fell right into him, my face falling squarely in his crotch, his cock slapping me in the face. He reached down and grabbed my shoulders in his powerful hands, holding me so my face was right in front of his now semi-hard, uncut man meat. He said, "Are you okay?". My face must have been as red as a beet as I looked up at him and responded, "Ah, yeah, I hope I didn't hurt you with my iron jaw". "Oh, no", he said smiling, "I always enjoy it when a hot guy like you falls into my private parts". "How about you? I stood up on shakey legs face to face with this beautiful man, who's cock was now standing straight up and throbbing. I could feel my own dick straining against my underwear, wanting to burst out. "I'm not gay", I said. "At least I never thought I was". I said that only because I never wanted to admit my feelings to myself, but he changed everything. I softly said, "I've never sucked off a guy before, but I've masterbated over the fantasy many, many times". "It's okay, I understand", he said in a comforting tone of voice. Then he contined, "As you can see, I find you very hot and I'm ready if you're willing". I was flattered that he found me attractive. I'm certainly not a warthog, and at 6'1" and 215 lbs of muscle, I'm not a little guy. I work out regularly and take good care of myself. I also masterbate over my bodybuilding magazines, so this man was an answer to my prayers. I quietly stooped down and gently took his pulsing meat into my right hand. It was thick, about 7 inches long, very veiny and had a healthy overhang of foreskin. I peeled back his prepuce to reveal his purple helmet. He had tiny specks of smegma clinging to it since he had not yet showered. He gave off a musky, masculine scent that I found irresistable and not at all objectionable. "Go ahead, don't be afraid", he cooed. He gently grasped the back of my head with his right hand and slowly guided my mouth towards his crotch. I saw a drop of pre cum glistening on the tip of his glans as I opened my mouth to take him in. I closed my lips around his swollen cock head just behind the corona. It felt like a small plum as I gently suckled the tip. He gently applied pressure to the back of my head with his hand which made his cock slide into my mouth. At first my gag reflex wanted to take over, but I fought the feeling, knowing this is what I fantasized about all my life. I took over and slowly pumped his dick with my mouth. I could feel the veins ripple against my lips as I pulled in and out. He had his head back and groaned as I sped up my sucking. He was running his hands through my hair and his cock stiffened rythmically as he gyrated his hips. His orgasm was building so I took my mouth off his cock and wet my finger with spit. I took him back in and reached around to finger his ass, looking for his prostate gland. This is one of the masterbation tricks I learned that makes for an explosive orgasm. I wanted him to explode inside my mouth and fill me with his seed. I found his smooth, slightly rounded prostate gland and pressed down on it with my slippery finger. He gasped as I did so and arched his back; at that moment, he had the explosive orgasm I dreamt of. A torrent of thick, hot sperm burst into my mouth with every pulse of his orgasm. I timed the pressure on his prostate gland with each ejaculation, so each "rope" of cum was intensified to the max. He jerked violently as he continued to cum inside my mouth. His semen leaked out of my mouth because I couldn't swallow it fast enough. It tasted salty sweet, a taste I was not unfamiliar with because I routinely ejaculate into my mouth, in preparation for this moment. When he finished ejaculating, he reached down and grasped my shoulders, pulling me up to eye level. He then planted a deep French kiss on me, licking the cum from my lips. Then he stopped and looked me in the eye whispering, "That was amazing, thank you". He continued, "My name is Bjorn". When he said that, I immediately recognized him and said, "You're the guy that does the chain saw sculptures at the state fair, right?". "Yes", he said, almost embarassed by it. "It's a living". I remembered seeing him at the state fair, dressed in logger's pants and suspenders with a tattered shirt that was so sweaty it clung to him as though he were in a wet t-shirt contest. "I've seen you before and thought you were incredible and beat off many times thinking of you", I admitted. "Wow, I knew the girls were hot for me, but I never knew the guys were", he exclaimed. I answered, "There were probably more there like me than you'd think". He seemed genuinely flattered and just smiled at me, then he said, "I'm in space 81, in the primitive camping area". "I want you to come by tonight and meet my friends". I nervously answered, "I'm really new at this, so I don't think I should do a group thing". The thought intrigued me but I was much too cautious to get involved in group sex with strangers. Bjorn wasn't a stranger to me now, but I just couldn't imagine doing a bunch of other guys. "No", he said. "My friends are my horse and my dog", he responded. Then he added, "They're as horny as I am". I looked at him with a funny look on my face, and my cock started to stir. "Are you suggesting bestiality?", I asked. "Yeah man, if you haven't tried it, you're gonna love it", he exclaimed. I have secretly fantasized about animal sex, but I never thought it would happen. I agreed to come to his campsite after dark just to talk. He went into the shower and I left the restroom basking in the glow of my first real homosexual experience. I kept busy that day and fantasized about what could possibly happen that night. After the sun went down, I gathered my courage and drove over to space 81. There was a campfire burning and a beautiful roan stallion was tied to a small tree near the tent. I could see a silouette in the dimly lit tent and it looked like two dogs mating inside, only the "bottom" dog wasn't a dog at all. My eyes bugged out as I could determine that the bulging arms and the curly hair belonged to Bjorn. I called out uneasily, "Bjorn, are you in there?". How stupid was that, I thought to myself. Of course he's in there stupid, he's getting fucked by his dog. "Yes, he grunted, "Come on in if you're not turned off by dog sex". As I entered the tent, my eyes must have been the size of saucers. Here was this magnificent blonde man on his hands and knees being fucked from behind by a large white German Shepard. The dog's tongue was hanging out as he frantically rammed his cock into Bjorn's ass. I could see that Bjorn was reaching back and holding onto something with one hand. He seemed to sense my bewilderment and said, "I'm keeping his knot out of my ass so I won't tie with him". "I don't want you to have to wait around for about 20 minutes while he's tied to me". "Oh, okay?", I said as if I knew what he was talking about. Soon the dog hopped off of him and turned. Bjorn let go of the dog's cock and it dangled there still oozing doggy cum. I looked at the dog's massive tool and marveled at the large knot at it's base. It was about the size of a plum. "Does that fit inside you!?, I exclaimed. He stood and slipped on a pair of athletic shorts after using a towel to wipe the dog cum from his ass crack. "Oh, yeah, I take him all in, all the time". "I just didn't want to stay tied to him, butt to butt". I just stood there with my jaw gaping open. "I really enjoyed your blow job today", he said. "Oh, yeah, I did too", I responded as I came out of my trance. "Are you adventurous?", he asked. "Yes, I guess so", I answered nervously. "Do you have any questions about animal sex?", Bjorn asked. I began to pepper him with questions about everything you could imagine. He answered them in an almost clinical manner. When he finished, I blurted out, "What about the horse?". I couldn't believe I asked that question. I was turned on by the dog, but fascinated by the thought of sex with the horse. He grabbed my arm and led me out of the tent as the dog lay there cleaning his now shrinking cock. "This is Max", he said as he stoked the horse's head. "Max loves to fuck me, just look at the size of his balls", he said as he pointed to his rear quarters. I looked back there and could see these two enormous testicles hanging down between his legs. "But, isn't he huge?", I said referring to the size of his cock. "Well, compared to a man, he is, but for a horse, he's a little leaguer and that's why I bought him", he responded. "Give his balls a tug", he instructed. I reached back and gently grasped his ball sack. They were hot and heavy, dangling low. I gently squeezed as I pulled down on them. The horse turned his head to look back at me, and like a firehose, his cock sprang into action. It got long and hard in a matter of minutes. "Do you play around with dildos or butt plugs?", he asked. I was a little embarassed to admit it, but responded, "Yeah, all the time". "Good, you won't have any trouble with Max then", he said. My dick immediately sprang to life at the thought of getting fucked by a stallion. "Out here?", I said nervously. It was pitch dark except for a full moon, and we were the only ones in the primitive camping area, in fact, there weren't 12 campers in the entire campground. He came up to me and undid my jeans, dropping them to the ground. I stood there in my t-shirt and shorts with my boner "tenting" my boxers. "You're ready", he said as he walked back into the tent. I looked at the horse's cock and immediately started stroking his balls again. Bjorn came out with a bottle of personal lube and instructed me to drop my shorts and take off my shirt. I did so and stood there stark naked in the moonlight. I felt comforted to note that the tent stood between us and the entrance to the campsite. Bjorn had me lean forward and rest my arms on Max's back as he generously lubed my asshole, gently rimming it with his slippery finger. Then he added another finger, then another. "Relax", he instructed. I did just that as Bjorn continued to ream my hole systematically. I was so relaxed and feeling pampered that I didn't notice he had his entire fist up my ass. When I finally realized how stretched he had me, I was glad I took a dump before I came over. "Okay, you're ready for Max", he said. He had me get down on my hands and knees after putting down a blanket under the horse. Max wasn't a tall horse, and his cock, although big, wasn't that much thicker than some of the dildos I've used. He had a bumpy looking cock with what appeared to be a horse's version of a foreskin. I got down on my hands and knees as Bjorn guided Max's cock toward my throbbing hole. He placed it on my butt ring and told me to grab hold of the stirrups hanging down. I could feel the horses dick against my sphincter, then Bjorn said, "Now relax and let him in". I did so and the horses cock plunged into me for what seemed like a foot. I felt a momentary stab of pain as he expanded my ring slightly beyond what I'm used to, but it quickly subsided as I began rocking back and forth against his stiff horse cock. The feeling of fullness in my gut was a new experience for me. "How are you taking it?", Bjorn asked as he stoked Max's balls. "I.....love.....it.....Bjorn!", I stammered as I pumped back and forth, impaled on Max's huge dick. After a short while, the horse began to twitch and jerk his cock as I rode it hard. Bjorn was still pulling on Max's nut sack while masterbating himself when he noticed a change in the horse. "He's about ready to blow his load; are you ready?", he asked. "Yes!", I yelled. With that, the horse began to lurch as he exploded inside of me. It felt like someone had put a firehose up my ass and turned it on. I could feel a steady stream of thick, hot horse cum pouring into me. It rapidly filled my guts and felt like it was going to come out of my mouth. The feeling was reminiscent of childhood enemas; my mother would have me lean over the side of the bathtub and hook me up to an enema bottle suspended from the shower head. She'd empty that bottle of warm, sudsy water into my child size intestines and it felt like I was going to explode. That's what it felt like now, only it was hot horse cum being ejaculated into my now adult size intestines. I could feel my abdomen swelling as Max continued to unload into his mare. Bjorn was still stroking the horses balls while he ejaculated onto mine between the horse's legs. I reached down with my right hand and grasped my rock hard dick and started to beat off as Max continued to blow his load into me. It was now pouring out of my ass from the build up of pressure inside of me. That pressure on my prostate gland made me shudder and cum explosively in no time at all. My seed shot onto the rug that lay beneath me. "You should probably disengage now", Bjorn instructed. I slowly pulled forward and Max's cock slowly drew out of me. When his cock head pulled out with a pop, it felt like passing a large stool. A torrent of cum gushed out of my asshole as I collapsed down onto the blanket and into my own pool of semen. The horse's cock began to withdraw back into it's sheath as Bjorn leaned down to help me up. "What did you think of that my friend?", he asked smiling. I looked him in the eyes and started to cry tears of joy. He cradled me in his arms, knowing that I had made important revelations to myself that day. After he cleaned me up, he gave me a hot cup of coffee and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders to fend off the cool night air. I spent the night with Bjorn and slept naked in his arms like a baby, snug inside his sleeping bag.