Date: Fri, 18 Sep 2020 16:43:11 +0200
From: PhilOssifer@mail.com
Subject: Fun on the Open Road

Fun On The Open Road -- Part I

By Phillip Ostenberg

The following is pure fiction. Any similarities between the characters in
the story and real-life persons or places are purely coincidental.  The
main character in this story is Rhett Sands, a single-bisexual man who
encounters willing sex partners, including women, other men and male-female
couples.

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The sunlight was fading fast on a warm, autumn day as I pulled my rig into
the campground.  The busty young woman at the entrance was maybe a little
chatty, so by the time I found my assigned spot I felt like I was in a race
against time for getting the camper set up for the week.

I parked, started unhitching and spotted someone approaching out of the
corner of my eye.

"Hey, let me give you a hand with all this," a warm, southern male voice
said.

I turned to see a tall, shirtless man with shoulder length blonde hair
striding right up to me.  He thrust out his hand and as I took it in
return, I couldn't help but notice the pattern of dark chest hair, broad
shoulders and incredible electric blue eyes that made my cock do a little
dance in my shorts.

He was sort of a redneck-hippy looking dude, with tats on both arms and on
his manly chest, and just enough scruff on his face to know he could
definitely grow a full beard if he wanted to. My kind of guy, all man with
a nice bulging package that I also couldn't help but notice.

"I'm Steve. Bet you're trying to get set up before dark," he said.

"Oh yeah, seems I always end up in this situation no matter how I try," I
shot back with a friendly laugh.

"I'm Rhett, by the way. Nice to meet you," I managed.

I'm not sure I was making a good impression in my tank shirt and nylon
basketball shorts.  I hadn't showered or shaved that day and after driving
about 600 miles, I'm sure I looked more than a little road weary.

Steve didn't look all that fresh, either.  But somehow it worked for
him. He was sexy as hell to me with his tight physique and manly attitude.
And, he was more than capable.  Together secured the trailer, set up its
massive awning and got the pop out sides for the living room and We then
worked together on hooking up the power, water and sewer lines.

I noticed as we worked that Steve was 2-3 inches taller than me, and had a
leaner, but still muscled frame.  I'm about 6'1" so that put Steve at 6'3
or 6'4" and I weigh about 200, so I guessed I had about 20 pounds on Steve.
I do work out, but I wouldn't say I am one of those gym rat types with the
perfect body.

I get quite a bit of attention from the ladies and some from a few men. I
noticed Steve didn't mind checking out my rounded ass and crotch when he
got the chance.  That meant nothing to me, really.

"Many straight men will admire but not take it any further than that," I
thought.

Once the trailer had electricity, I popped inside to see if the beer in my
fridge had stayed cold.  Not only did Steve deserve one for all his help,
it was my way of trying to get him to stay around a little longer for a
closer look and to see if his wandering eyes meant anything.

We sat inside to cool off a bit in the air conditioning and sipped our cold
ones. In the dim camper light, I noticed how ruggedly handsome he was.  The
longer hair, unshaven face and bare chest made him look like one of those
hot, redneck men I lusted after as I traveled the south.  He had a habit of
pulling his blonde hair back and holding it in a ponytail, which made me
flash to imagining me holding it like that while he sucked my cock.

He was muscled, but no body builder.  A physique like his probably came
more from hard work than working out.  I lustfully scanned his sexy torso
whenever he looked away or rubbed his tired eyes as we talked.  He was
blonde, but his chest was matted with dark, sweat-soaked daddy hair that
made a perfect tree coming up from his navel and encircling his two, dark
pink titties. Now in the air conditioning, they were both hard as nails.

As the conversation flowed, I found out Steve is 38, he was married to
Becky, who is about the same age.  They have no kids, and like a lot of us,
decided to live a year or so on the open road. Steve saved up money from
working on an offshore gas rig, and Becky picked up odd jobs now and then
wherever their travels took them.

I explained that I was doing the same thing. My father passed away two
years ago, leaving me a 28-foot travel trailer and a new pick up. My
teaching contract ended in May, I decided to see what I could see just
driving around and camping for a while.

As a bisexual man, the open road had more than a few opportunities to
explore my sexuality, too. I went to a few gay campgrounds, and some
clothing optional ones.  I'd only been out on the road a few months and had
already ended up having some pretty good sex with men, women and several
male-female couples.  I was starting to wonder if Steve and Becky might be
my next opportunity.

Steve was the kind of man I'd be all over, if he gave me the right
signals. Sitting there admiring his manly physique, I didn't want to get my
hopes up that he might be willing to play.  When his iPhone lit up and I
saw a picture of a beautiful woman on the screen, I knew that had to be his
wife, Becky.

"Hey what's up," he asked her, looking right at me. His eyes flashed in a
way that let me know he was at least capable of a little mischief now and
then, even if he turned out to be straight as an arrow.

"Yeah, Babe, a new guy pulled in about sunset and I came over to help him
set up. When do you think you'll get here?" Steve said, raising his arm to
scratch the middle of his back.  I know I am weird, but in addition to
being bi, I am also an armpit freak.  This guy had thick, dark tufts of
hair that ran almost a third of the way down the inside of his arm...very
manly. I also caught a whiff of his man scent, so now my pecker was waking
up and taking notice.

"Okay, I'll head to our site in ten.  What? Oh...I'll ask him.  Yes, yes,
he is...very. And very friendly, too," Steve said to Becky on the phone.

"You said you were a school-teacher?" Steve asked me.

"Yes," I replied.

"Teacher, Babe. Yeah. He doesn't look like one. Must work out at the gym a
lot!" he said, laughing and looking at me.

"Okay, okay...Bye hon. Love you too," he said.

As he ended the call, I adjusted myself and sat up in my chair so any
arousal wouldn't be so obvious.

Steve ended the call but opened his phone back up to show me the picture of
Becky I had already managed to see.

"That's her, my ball and chain...the old lady," he giggled.

She was a brunette with green eyes and a captivating smile.

"So, you're invited for dinner," Steve said.  We eat about 7 because she
had to shop and is just getting back."

"Cool," I said. "How kind of you.  What can I bring?"

"Nothing, just yourself...but uh, I already know looking at you there's
gonna be something she wants me to ask you," Steve said, looking at the
floor.

"Sure, shoot."

"Well I don't want to assume anything, but I texted her a while ago when we
were setting up your place and I noticed your flags."

"My wha...oh, my flags," I said.

 I traveled with a pride rainbow flag and an American flag. I used the
pride flag whenever I stayed in gay resorts and campgrounds and the
American flag other places. Sometimes I flew both. I guess Steve had
spotted them in a container I set out as part of unloading my gear for
outside the trailer.

"Yeah, I hope it's not an issue between us. Some people don't approve, but
I don't hide it..." I said looking right at him.

"You're gay?" Steve asked, interrupting me.

"No, fact is, I'm bi," I said flatly, not at all sure that this friendly
redneck wasn't about to turn on me.

"Bi? As in you like dick and pussy?" he asked crudely.

"Pretty much, yeah," I shot back.

"Well fuck, man...that's even better," he said, smiling, leaning back in
his chair with both hands behind his head, putting his sexy armpits on full
display and giving me another blast of his musk.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, Becky and I like to mess around with another dude in the bedroom. It
had been just another straight dude like me for a long time, you know just
friends of mine and stuff like that. The girl can handle two cocks at once
and she knows how to make both happy!" Steve said proudly.

Those words and the image they conjured made hiding my erection in the thin
nylon basketball shorts I traveled in pretty much a lost cause.  I squeezed
the base of my hard cock for a little relief. It was almost swelled to its
full, thick seven inches and starting to throb.


"So, I was supposed to ask you if you wanted to go a round with us after
dinner tonight," Steve said casually.

"Well count me in, I mean, as long as you don't mind that I'm bi and all.
I assume she's as hot as you are, and don't take that the wrong way. I can
just focus on her and I promise I won't even touch you if you don't want me
to," I said.

"Ease up, who said I don't want you to?" Steve said flatly.

His voice had dropped an octave and he was deadly serious. Then he began to
explain.

"Look, about six or seven months ago, we were in this campground around
Bristol when this good looking, muscled dude pulls in...same as you...I
helped him set up, found out he was gay and Becky said she would be into it
if I was.  I took that as a dare, drank a little whisky and gave it a try.
Man, that dude could suck cock and Becky went wild watching us fuck.  She
came like eight times!" Steve said, rubbing his crotch, which was about as
swollen as mine.

"So you like to fuck a man's ass, then?" I asked.

"Yeah, and suck cock and get sucked. But, I'm warming up to the idea of
taking it in the ass, too. She really wants to see that!" Steve shot back.

I realized I'd have little time to prepare, and so did Steve, so we said
our goodbyes and he hurriedly left. After a quick shower and douching I was
standing in front of the full-length mirror on my bedroom door.

I'm about to turn 40, and I still like the way I look.  Yes, my hair is
thinning, but I have a nice, toned look with some decent muscle definition
and a flat stomach. My chest hair and happy trail make me a right sexy
otter, I think.  And as I tugged on my balls, I remember how many guys and
some of the ladies go crazy over them, the way they hang low and heavy
between my muscled legs.

I turned to check out the rearview and admired my own tight, round ass.
Would Steve be its next victim, or would I be the first to have him as a
bottom?  I was prepared, either way.

I grabbed some sexy black underwear I save for special occasions, some nice
tight jeans and a dark red t-shirt and headed out the door to their place,
only a few yards from mine.  They had a big motor coach all tricked out
with an awning and fancy lights.  I spotted Steve right away manning the
grill.

"Hey man, you look great," he said, reaching around me for a sideways hug.

"And you smell nice, too," came a lilting female voice from behind us.  I
turned to spot Becky with a plate of food. She had shoulder length dark
hair and big green eyes and she was wearing a see-through waist length robe
that let her perky, round titties bounce comfortably in full view.  The
girl was definitely not fat, but also not waif-like and thin. She had
curves like a mountain road, and I liked every, single one of them.

She paused to check me out from head to toe, then sauntered over and
planted a lover's kiss right on my lips as she grabbed my package.  I was
already hard again mostly from seeing Steve and him hugging me.

"Oooh...someone's ready to go. Is that for me or for my husband?" Becky
asked.

"Yes" I said with a clever smile.

They both laughed and we made it to a candle lit table nearby where Becky
filled our wine glasses.

"I like beer, but we is all tryna be proper-like and civilized and drink
wine with din-ah," Steve said mockingly.

We made some polite conversation. I ate a little and drank a lot.  Pretty
soon I had a decent wine buzz going, and I wasn't the only one.  Steve got
pretty handsy with his wife and made more than a few crude references to
the evening's pending events.  Becky made it a point to rub my crotch with
her foot a few times.  Before I knew it, dinner was ending and we were
clearing things away.  Some butterflies danced in my stomach as I
anticipated the next few moments.

Inside their motor coach, Steve offered me a beer, which I declined as we
sat across from each other in the living room area.  Becky excused herself
to the bedroom to "get things ready for us."

"So, what are the limits here. I don't want to do anything you won't
like..." I began.

"...no limits," Steve said.  "I've decided we'll go with the flow. My ass
is ready if you want to take it. Becky helped me with that," he said with a
laugh.

We sat in a few seconds of awkward silence then the door to the bedroom
opened. Christmas lights glowed from inside. Becky, now wearing nothing
under the see-through robe, beckoned us.  I got a few glimpses of her
gorgeous full, curvy body. Her boobs were nice, probably D's at least, with
nice, pointed nipples clearly hard from her arousal.  She had a nice dark
patch of pussy fur, which was good for me since I don't really like shaved
anything.

Steve stood up, peeled off his tank top and undid his belt.  I started
undressing, too as I watched his pants fall to reveal a massive, rock hard
cock. He had to be at least eight, maybe eight and half inches. It was
rather thin but had a huge mushroom head that lead down to two walnut sized
balls and a tuft of carefully manicured dark hair.  He put his hands on his
hips and waited for me to undress, as if to say, "What do you think?"

"Damn, I don't know who is sexier here...you're hot, Steve, and so are you,
Becky!" I managed as I slid my pants past my black undies.

"Sexy undies, Babe" Becky said, reaching over to cop a feel of my ass.

"Lose `em pretty boy, let's see the meat," Steve said.

With that I dropped my underwear and revealed my own stiffy. I was
considerably thicker than Steve, but not quite as long and then there was
the star of my show, my balls.

"Damn, dude...you've got bull's balls," Steve said, kneeling down for a
closer look. He cupped them in his hand.

"Babe, it's a good thing we both like cum. I think he's gonna drown us both
in it!" Steve said.

"Ooh...so sexy...I like..." Becky said, running her hand down my chest to
my swollen cock.

"And so thick," she added.

With that we made our way to the bed where I planted a kiss on Becky
caressed her gorgeous tits. I started to slide down to engulf one of the
nipples in my mouth when Steve grabbed me, pulled me over and kissed me
hard on the lips.  I instinctively reached for his cock and jacked him
gently as we explored one another's mouths.

"Fuck yes!" Becky said.  "That is so fucking hot!"

Steve grabbed my dick, too and as we kissed and stroked one another I felt
a little pre-cum oozing from my piss slit, then I felt Becky's warm mouth
licking it off.  I stopped kissing Steve long enough to watch his wife put
the whole of my cockhead in her sweet mouth.

Steve and I continued making out as Becky worked first my cock and balls,
then Steve's then back again. When she wasn't on her hubby's cock, I was
jacking and stroking it as I kissed and worked his armpits and nipples.
Then I slid down to take my place alongside her as we took turns sucking
Steve's big mushroom head and sharing his pre-cum as he groaned in a state
of ecstasy.

When Steve pulled his knees up, I began working a wet finger into his
juicy, hairy ass.  He lifted his head up and looked at me.

"That feel's amazing," then he pulled his knees to his chest to give me
more access.

Meanwhile, Becky had found my cock and big balls. She slowly got most of my
meat down her throat and slurped and gulped like a happy, horny puppy.  She
stopped only now and then to lap at my balls. Try as she might, she
couldn't quite fit even one of them into her ample mouth.

With Steve presenting his hot hole to me, I slurped at his nuts and worked
up my nerve to rim him.  When my hot, pointed tongue plunged into his
crack, he let out a low, satisfied moan.

"Ffffuck....fffuck..." was all he could manage to say.

Becky giggled.

"Eat that hole, boy!" she said, pushing down on my head. "Eat it and then
give him the fucking he deserves."

I wanted Steve to be good and ready, so I spit into his hole nine or ten
times and worked my finger in afterward.  At first, I concentrated on
hitting his p-spot, making Steve's hard cock leak like a faucet and causing
him to almost purr like a kitten.  Then I decided my mission was to stretch
him out and get him ready for my cock.  I had three fingers in him by the
time I was through, more than enough indication that he was open and ready
to take it.

I like it when an inexperienced bottom sits on my cock and takes as much as
they want. That way they can work things around until they find the
pleasure in bottoming.  But I was also mindful that Becky wanted a show and
probably what turned her on the most was seeing her manly man submit.  A
lot of women who play with two men and get off on them having gay sex like
to see one man dominate another, or at least that has been my experience.

So, I lubed Steve's hole with his knees still pushed up and decided to
enter him from the front so we could face one another, and Becky would get
a good look at it all. Steve was ready for my cock and practically pulled
me deeper into him with his hands on my hips.

"Fuck him!" Becky yelled as she reached underneath and massaged my bull
balls.

I took my time and slowly penetrated her husband before establishing a
comfortable fucking rhythm.  Steve was getting all of the pleasure and
hardly any of the pain for his first bottoming experience.  He took it like
a champ.  I raised up a little and planted a kiss on his sexy lips.  As we
ground our faces together, Becky got more and more excited.

"So fucking hot!" she said.  "Fuck yeah!"

Then I felt her hot mouth on my nut sack. She flicked her tongue all over
my balls.  Then mimicking what I did to her husband, she licked her finger
and gently probed my ass.  This girl knew her way around a man's body
because she found my p-spot in no time.

"Fuck, I won't last long if you do that," I told her.

"Good" Becky and Steve both said at the same time.

We all laughed, then I picked up the pace on fucking Steve's ass while
kissing him.  I stroked his sexy long blonde hair as my cock entered him
completely. He winced a little, so I backed off. I could feel myself
nearing the edge.

"Fucking gonna cum," I announced.

"Pull out and shoot it on me," Steve said.

I pumped a few more times, then eased out and scooted up to straddle his
chest. I was aiming for his sexy pecks, covered in thick, coarse daddy
hair, but Steve had other plans.  He grabbed my hips and pulled me forward
toward his face.  My cockhead was inches away from his open mouth.

"I want your cum!" he panted.

Becky positioned herself to watch and I didn't notice at first, but even
had grabbed her iPhone to catch all the action as I beat my meat and began
firing blasts of hot semen into her husband's willing mouth.

At this point I should tell you, not to brag, but I am a champion cummer. I
guess it's the balls. But I've been known to fill a lover's mouth with my
seed and to have thick, globs of my goo ooze out of whatever ass or cunt I
am fucking.  My juice is always, thick, creamy and comes out in nine or ten
fast spirts.  It looks like I am pissing it out, if that makes sense.

"Oh fuck! So much cum!" Becky exclaimed after about the fourth squirt
coated Steve's willing tongue.  He was starting to smile but also had to
hold his mouth open because I was nowhere near stopping.

Steve reached up and gently grasped my balls. That somehow added a new
sensation for me and I groaned loudly as my climax was peaking.  Spirts
nine, ten, eleven and twelve were extra big as he massaged my balls.

"Gonna have to remember that trick," I thought!

I finally stopped cumming and eased my ass down on Steve's chest. He sat
there with a mouth full of my goo, turned toward the camera and
swallowed. Then he smiled like the cat that ate the canary.

Becky laughed then, put her phone down.  She pushed me off her husband's
chest and mounted him, inserting his thin, long cock into her juicy pussy.
I took a position between their legs so I could enjoy the sights and smells
of a husband and wife fucking.

Her cunt was dripping wet and as she rode Steve's rock-hard member, her
juices and his ran out all over.  I couldn't get my face close enough to
lap at their union, but Becky sensed what I wanted and scooted forward just
enough for my tongue to reach the base of Steve's cock and her outter pussy
lips. I got several licks in and the juice tasted salty-sweet, like
pre-cum. Then I licked Steve's hard, hairless balls before resuming my
lapping at his shaft and her cunt.

That's when Becky must have had an idea. She dismounted Steve, turned
herself around and stuck his cock back in, riding him in a reverse cowgirl
position.

"Fuck yeah, Babe! That feel's great!" Steve cooed.

I loved the new position because now I had ample opportunity to lick her
clit.  There was only one problem, I had to move her finger off it to give
my tongue access! I love a woman who takes responsibility for her own
orgasm enough that she rubs her clit during sex. That is hot!

When Becky finally let me start teasing her most sensitive spot with my
tongue, she went wild, driving herself hard up and down on Steve's pole and
pushing my head into her cunt at the same time.

"Fuck yeah! Eat my pussy! Lick his balls!"

I did both. Husband and wife were both getting loud with their groans and
moans as they both entered the throes of orgasm at the same time.

Becky shook all over with hers, and I watched and felt Steve's nuts
contract and fill his wife's love chamber with his seed.  Though not the
champion cummer that I am, Steve had quite a load for his woman.  When she
pulled off him, and laid down beside us with her legs spread, a nice, thick
stream of white goo oozed from her pussy.

We panted and rested together for a while; my cock already ready for round
two. I was wondering if I should mount Becky and take sloppy seconds or
invite her to blow me when Steve spoke up.

"You like cream pies?" he said.

"My favorite dessert," I shot back with a lusty grin.

With that we teamed up and started taking turns lapping at Becky's swollen,
sperm laden woman flower.  My tongue and Steve's touched several times,
then we kissed and went back to our licking, which was bringing Becky
closer to another thunderous orgasm.

"Oh my god...oh...oh...oh.." and what she was over the edge and squirted us
both, covering our faces with her pussy juice.

I laughed out loud as I kissed Steve and grabbed at his cock. He grabbed
mine, and when he felt I was rock hard, told me I had to fuck his wife
next.

I didn't hesitate one minute and Becky, though she had just cum, was ready
for my thick cock to go from her husband's ass to her welcoming cunt.

I mounted her missionary and started banging away.  Becky thrust her hips
for me and worked to get as much of my cock as she could, just like a
greedy whore.  Steve was now able to watch his slutty wife get fucked by
another man, something he apparently really gets off on.  He rubbed my ass,
played with my balls and stroked himself to a full hard on.

Now as I said earlier, I do cum a lot, but on the second go around, it can
take a while for me to get the train into the station. That's not a problem
for a woman like Becky, who loves sex and cums continuously while getting
fucked.  After I made her squirt two more times, I was ready for a change
of position, and I guess so was Steve.

I got her up on her knees and entered her doggy style, since I wanted to
cum again and in that position, second time or not, I usually cum pretty
fast.  I had just gotten into a good rhythm when I felt Steve's stiff cock
knocking at my back door.

"If you're gonna do that, please use some lube," I said.

He withdrew, coated his shaft and my hole with some lube, then entered me
gently at first. We found our rhythm and we were in hog heaven. When I
thrust forward, my cock sank into Becky's hot, wet tight, married pussy.
When I rocked back, I got her husband's long dick in my ass.

"Fuck, man. Your hole is so damn tight," Steve said.

"Oh his cock feels so good...he's made me cum I don't know how many...oh,
Im gonna again..oh...oh..." Becky whimpered.

I didn't want it to end, but between Becky's juicy cunt and her man's dick
pounding my p-spot, I didn't have a chance.  When my second orgasm hit, I
buried my bone deep inside Becky, Steve planted his meat deep inside me and
I threw my head back against his shoulder. He held me rather tenderly as I
blasted his wife's insides with my cream.

"Fuck dude. I bet you filled her with as much sperm as you did my mouth,"
Steve said finally. "That's so fucking hot, can I finish in your ass?"

"Yes, breed me!" I shouted.

"Afterall, what is PreP for if you aren't gonna use it?" I thought to
myself.

Becky was along for the ride as I worked my hole so Steve could get off. It
didn't take him long but, in the process,, my still swollen meat slid in
and out of Becky's hole enough to make her cum for the umpteenth time.

When I finally pulled my dripping cock out of his wife, I was spent. I
melted into Steve's arms, Becky joined us. We were all a happy, sweaty,
cummy mess. I kissed Becky, then turned and kissed Steve.

"Thank you both. This was more fun that I've ever had," I said.

"Us too. And we're not going anywhere," Becky said tenderly.

"Neither am I," I managed.