Day Two at the Campground: “Use Me Before Breakfast…”

 The Wilds of Michigan—May, 2021

My host was actually up and at the fire pit as I stumbled in from the woods. I told him a couple of the highlights of my evening, but bed called.  I made it up the steps, stripped and fell asleep in nothing but my grungy Fukdto jock.  I am sure it was with a happy grin on my face.

The next morning…

 

I am up first.  I make a cup of tea and take it outside with my book.  Soon enough he is stirring and asks how I feel about French toast for breakfast.  I tell him it sounds good and go off to piss as my tea went right through me. 

I piss in the showers building near the pool.  As I wend my way back to his trailer, it is obvious the campground is still asleep. 

Except for the groans coming from behind our front door.  I go in.  Sam, the fuck whore of last night is naked but for socks.  He is on his knees, sucking my Host’s large cock.  Sam pulls off the dick and turns to me as I come inside.

“I didn’t get either of you off last night.  Use me before breakfast…”

Sam goes back to sucking my Host as I strip.  The moment I am naked I move behind Sam and eat his hole.  It’s cramped—but worth it.  He groans.  He lets me get him good and wet before he stands up and straddles my Host’s large cock.  He lowers himself down on the rigid man pole.  I am there to lick my friend’s balls as Sam bounces.  Soon I include tonguing my Host’s wet rod as it disappears into Sam.

“I need to drive,” my friend grunts.

Sam gets up and sucks the cock he’d been riding briefly.  I sit down on the chair.  Sam, now standing and bent over, sucks me as my friend drills into Sam’s ass with no mercy.

Neither of us had shot last night.  This was going to be short and sweet.

In moments, my friend explodes into Sam.  He holds a long time to marinate.

When he pulls out, Sam spins to suck his dick clean and I push some stray cum back into his well used hole with my tongue.

My Host sits, exhausted.  I stand up and take his place behind the bent over Sam.  Sam tries to clean the dick in front of him a little more, but it is just too tender.

I begin a slow fuck in the cummy chute.  I don’t do morning sex—but I am today.  I can’t wait to hose him down with my load.  I increase my drilling speed. 

And I’m there.  I shoot.  Big, after the stimulation of the night before.

I hold onto his hips and do the same marinating move as my friend.

Sam pulls off me.  He licks me clean.  I go for licking his ass and he stops me with “I want to take that home for my Hubby’s breakfast.”

How can I argue with that?

 

Later that night—Sam, his partner and I were back up at the sling.  No one.  Seriously, no one came up.  They had had good sex the night before and tonight seemed to be about campfires, dancing and alcohol.  I fucked both of them briefly and they went off to join their friends…and I was fine with an early night sitting around our own campfire.