Re-post: Deep in the Woods...and Several Asses

 

Re-post:  Deep in the Woods...and Several Asses

The Wilds of Michigan—May, 2021

I have written about this gay campground before, but it has been awhile.  I had to look it up myself to see--and be surprised—that the last time I visited was in 2018.  My host was the same man.  He’s around my age, with iron grey hair, ex-military and with a large cock that bulges in the middle.  I have mentioned before what a challenge he is to suck.  I got there on a Friday, in the middle of the afternoon.  We took a tour—both walking and by his golf cart—of the place.  The campground seems to be flourishing and making improvements.  The play area deep in the woods was set up as I remembered it—a sling, several tires buried in the ground to support men as they took dick, a fuck bench and, down a path, a glory hole wall with three holes.  The St. Andrews cross was not there.  I had used it last time, leaning against it, so the lighting they had rigged on the ground shone up onto my spit slicked erection—as a beacon for all cocksuckers.  It had been taken up to the dance party area…Don’t ask, I don’t know why…

We relaxed after the tour—and later had a good dinner off the grill.  I mentioned to my host how flattering it was that a number of the regulars we saw on our tour had remembered me from my last visit, now quite a while ago.  They all remembered my flight suit.  I had worn it for it kept me covered and protected from mosquitoes, plus giving me pockets for lube, etc.  And, I’ll admit, my cock looked great coming through the unzipped fly.

By nine o’clock, I was horny.  I had brought the flight suit and got into it along with my combat boots.  Taking a bottle of water, my host and I went out in search of some fun…

 

It’s early and we know it.  It is dark out here.  There is just enough lighting along the paths to keep you on them.  There is a man wandering near the sling, but he seems more lost than cruising.  We head down to the glory hole set up.  We hear someone shuffle on the other side.  My bud unzips and puts his hardening dick through the wall.  His sigh tells me he is getting serviced.  And well.  I unzip and stroke to his grunts of pleasure.  He pulls out with “There’s another cock here for you.”

I stick my dick through the hole.  It’s a little low, but I can bend just enough.  The mouth is hot and wet—and the tongue talented.  I grunt my satisfaction.  My friend sticks his dick through a second hole—so the sucker can suck one of us and jerk the other.  This is at first hot—then not enough.  He nods to me and we go around the wall to find the good looking man still on his knees.  He loves taking us back and forth—or occasionally both our heads in his mouth at once.  When I am not being sucked and licked, I slap his face with my wet cock, making a moist smacking sound in the dark forest.

We are joined by an older Latino.  He unzips—and we pull out of the young man’s mouth so he can harden up inside the guy.  His cock hardens—and explodes with cum in just moments.  The cocksucker swallows gratefully.

The cocksucker slides his cum filled mouth back on my friend. The sucker is wearing nothing but a white T-shirt and shorts with an athletic waistband.  My hand goes down his back and a finger touches his hole.   He pants.  He pulls off the dick in his mouth and says—“Let me go get cleaned out.” 

He leaves.

And a cock comes through the middle hole.  I go to my knees and suck it.  Out of the corner of my eye I see a new man emerge from the darkness and kneel to service my friend.  The cock in my mouth pulls out and another, much thicker dick takes its place.  It’s not there for long. Through the wall I hear “Fuck me with that…”  The dick pulls out and I hear the breath intake of the man on the receiving end.  I get up and go around the partition.  A handsome young man is fucking the man who was the centerpiece of all my sling play the last time I was here.  He braces himself against the wall.  He looks little rough around the edges with tattoos scattered across his body—which I find more hot than off putting.  The top nods at me and the bottom grins.  He bends slightly and sucks my dick into his mouth.

The crowd is picking up.  There are a dozen men here now, most with their cocks out in the warm night air.  I encourage a bystander to take my place—and he does.  The Young Man offers me the ass he’s been fucking.  I slip into the bottom.  He’s wet and hot and wonderful, clenching down on me hard as I begin to buck into him.

Soon the man in his mouth pulls out and takes a turn on his ass.  The Young Man is having his cock sucked by a man significantly older than me.  Someone else takes me into his mouth—knowing full well I just pulled out of the man who will be everyone’s butt boy tonight.

*

We have regrouped around a picnic table. My friend has reminded me the bottom’s name is Sam. He is kneeling on the seating portion of the picnic table, his chest to the table top.  A big burly man is fucking him aggressively.  I let two onlookers suck my dick as I wait my turn to go back up Sam.  Sam’s roommate, who I also remember, arrives and takes over on my cock.  The aggressive guy howls out his orgasm and takes off.  I kneel with the roommate—we take turns felching some of the load dripping out of Sam.  I let the roommate take the next fuck.  He pumps him for a little while, then offers me his cum coated cock to suck.  I do, slurping it down. 

“Fuck him with that big thing,” the Roommate says to me—but also to the men surrounding us who are jerking or sucking each other.  I stand up and sink into the cummy hole.  It feels even hotter now. 

Moments later, the Roommate taps me on the shoulder.  “I’m gonna cum!”  I pull out and he makes it into his partner just to time to blast another load in Sam.  He lets me clean his cock and Sam’s hole—but the two soon go off looking for more fun.

*

I go back to the glory hole area.  I can’t find my friend.  I assume he got off and left.  I do find the same young man making out with the same older man.  It seems only logical for me to drop to my knees and suck their dicks.  The older one pulls out of my mouth and turns the younger guy so his butt is in my face.  The young guy juts his hot ass into my face.  I spend long minutes tonguing his tight hole as he grinds it for me.

Soon the older man kneels and wants a taste.  “Kiss him,” he whispers to me.  He obviously knows what this boy likes, so I do.  The kid loves the taste of his hole on my tongue.  We share a hot moment.

A hot daddy in just jeans and an open leather jacket arrives.  He hauls out a short, but thick cock.  A man emerges from the shadows to suck it.  I go over and use my tongue on the Daddies pronounced nipples.    The man on his knees gives up.  I go down.  It’s a challenge to open wide enough.  And there is a big PA to deal with as well.  I flatten that down with my tongue and manage to get down over halfway on his shaft.  He grunts his satisfaction, pats me on the shoulder and leaves.

The mixed age couple is now so into each other I don’t want to intrude.  A finger comes through the far right glory hole.  I get some head…but it’s not good so I thank him and head to the sling area.

The same man is in the sling—a man that Sam had told me to be wary of as he never cleans out.  I avoid him and fuck a pale white ass on the fuck bench…

*

It’s late.

There is a cluster on men at the picnic table.  A handsome man of maybe 45 is allowing three men, one of them the man in the leather jacket, to suck his cock.  I watch leather jacket take over from another.  The handsome guy smiles at me.  I wait my turn.  And get it.  I seemingly get him close until he reaches down and hefts my cock.

“God damn.  Fuck me!”

He gets up and stands, bending only slightly.  I grease up—and make a surprisingly easy entrance into him.  The other men move around him.  One has his mouth on his left nipple, another on the right.  Leather Jacket takes the Handsome One’s cock.  I fuck the ass slowly and deliberately.

“Oh, yeah.  Faster!” he commands me.

I do.  I fuck at top speed until he blows in Leather Jacket’s mouth. 

And the fool spits it out.

The men disperse, except for Leather Jacket.  I ask if he wants to get off. 

“Yeah, but let me piss first.”

I kneel.  “Where are you going?”

It takes a moment, but he finally gets it.  “You are a bad boy…”

He gives me his cock.  Piss gushes out of the slit—and around the PA.  I swallow him down easily.  He just stays in place as the piss subsides and he hardens up.  I have more of him in my mouth this way.  He pumps my face—but I know my teeth are hurting him; there is no way to cover them with his thickness.  He pulls out and jerks his dick.

“Take my load, fucker.  Take it.  Take it now!”  And he blasts all over my extended tongue.

I swallow.

He takes off. 

I am tired.  I would love to get off with somebody.  But there is no one left.

I head home, knowing that I will just have that much more to shoot on Saturday…

Deep in the Woods...and Several Asses was first published on August 16, 2021

Deep In the Woods...and Several Asses

 The Wilds of Michigan—May, 2021

I have written about this gay campground before, but it has been awhile.  I had to look it up myself to see--and be surprised—that the last time I visited was in 2018.  My host was the same man.  He’s around my age, with iron grey hair, ex-military and with a large cock that bulges in the middle.  I have mentioned before what a challenge he is to suck.  I got there on a Friday, in the middle of the afternoon.  We took a tour—both walking and by his golf cart—of the place.  The campground seems to be flourishing and making improvements.  The play area deep in the woods was set up as I remembered it—a sling, several tires buried in the ground to support men as they took dick, a fuck bench and, down a path, a glory hole wall with three holes.  The St. Andrews cross was not there.  I had used it last time, leaning against it, so the lighting they had rigged on the ground shone up onto my spit slicked erection—as a beacon for all cocksuckers.  It had been taken up to the dance party area…Don’t ask, I don’t know why…

We relaxed after the tour—and later had a good dinner off the grill.  I mentioned to my host how flattering it was that a number of the regulars we saw on our tour had remembered me from my last visit, now quite a while ago.  They all remembered my flight suit.  I had worn it for it kept me covered and protected from mosquitoes, plus giving me pockets for lube, etc.  And, I’ll admit, my cock looked great coming through the unzipped fly.

By nine o’clock, I was horny.  I had brought the flight suit and got into it along with my combat boots.  Taking a bottle of water, my host and I went out in search of some fun…

It’s early and we know it.  It is dark out here.  There is just enough lighting along the paths to keep you on them.  There is a man wandering near the sling, but he seems more lost than cruising.  We head down to the glory hole set up.  We hear someone shuffle on the other side.  My bud unzips and puts his hardening dick through the wall.  His sigh tells me he is getting serviced.  And well.  I unzip and stroke to his grunts of pleasure.  He pulls out with “There’s another cock here for you.”

I stick my dick through the hole.  It’s a little low, but I can bend just enough.  The mouth is hot and wet—and the tongue talented.  I grunt my satisfaction.  My friend sticks his dick through a second hole—so the sucker can suck one of us and jerk the other.  This is at first hot—then not enough.  He nods to me and we go around the wall to find the good looking man still on his knees.  He loves taking us back and forth—or occasionally both our heads in his mouth at once.  When I am not being sucked and licked, I slap his face with my wet cock, making a moist smacking sound in the dark forest.

We are joined by an older Latino.  He unzips—and we pull out of the young man’s mouth so he can harden up inside the guy.  His cock hardens—and explodes with cum in just moments.  The cocksucker swallows gratefully.

The cocksucker slides his cum filled mouth back on my friend. The sucker is wearing nothing but a white T-shirt and shorts with an athletic waistband.  My hand goes down his back and a finger touches his hole.   He pants.  He pulls off the dick in his mouth and says—“Let me go get cleaned out.” 

He leaves.

And a cock comes through the middle hole.  I go to my knees and suck it.  Out of the corner of my eye I see a new man emerge from the darkness and kneel to service my friend.  The cock in my mouth pulls out and another, much thicker dick takes its place.  It’s not there for long. Through the wall I hear “Fuck me with that…”  The dick pulls out and I hear the breath intake of the man on the receiving end.  I get up and go around the partition.  A handsome young man is fucking the man who was the centerpiece of all my sling play the last time I was here.  He braces himself against the wall.  He looks little rough around the edges with tattoos scattered across his body—which I find more hot than off putting.  The top nods at me and the bottom grins.  He bends slightly and sucks my dick into his mouth.

The crowd is picking up.  There are a dozen men here now, most with their cocks out in the warm night air.  I encourage a bystander to take my place—and he does.  The Young Man offers me the ass he’s been fucking.  I slip into the bottom.  He’s wet and hot and wonderful, clenching down on me hard as I begin to buck into him.

Soon the man in his mouth pulls out and takes a turn on his ass.  The Young Man is having his cock sucked by a man significantly older than me.  Someone else takes me into his mouth—knowing full well I just pulled out of the man who will be everyone’s butt boy tonight.

*

We have regrouped around a picnic table. My friend has reminded me the bottom’s name is Sam. He is kneeling on the seating portion of the picnic table, his chest to the table top.  A big burly man is fucking him aggressively.  I let two onlookers suck my dick as I wait my turn to go back up Sam.  Sam’s roommate, who I also remember, arrives and takes over on my cock.  The aggressive guy howls out his orgasm and takes off.  I kneel with the roommate—we take turns felching some of the load dripping out of Sam.  I let the roommate take the next fuck.  He pumps him for a little while, then offers me his cum coated cock to suck.  I do, slurping it down. 

“Fuck him with that big thing,” the Roommate says to me—but also to the men surrounding us who are jerking or sucking each other.  I stand up and sink into the cummy hole.  It feels even hotter now.  

Moments later, the Roommate taps me on the shoulder.  “I’m gonna cum!”  I pull out and he makes it into his partner just to time to blast another load in Sam.  He lets me clean his cock and Sam’s hole—but the two soon go off looking for more fun.

*

I go back to the glory hole area.  I can’t find my friend.  I assume he got off and left.  I do find the same young man making out with the same older man.  It seems only logical for me to drop to my knees and suck their dicks.  The older one pulls out of my mouth and turns the younger guy so his butt is in my face.  The young guy juts his hot ass into my face.  I spend long minutes tonguing his tight hole as he grinds it for me.

Soon the older man kneels and wants a taste.  “Kiss him,” he whispers to me.  He obviously knows what this boy likes, so I do.  The kid loves the taste of his hole on my tongue.  We share a hot moment.

A hot daddy in just jeans and an open leather jacket arrives.  He hauls out a short, but thick cock.  A man emerges from the shadows to suck it.  I go over and use my tongue on the Daddies pronounced nipples.    The man on his knees gives up.  I go down.  It’s a challenge to open wide enough.  And there is a big PA to deal with as well.  I flatten that down with my tongue and manage to get down over halfway on his shaft.  He grunts his satisfaction, pats me on the shoulder and leaves.

The mixed age couple is now so into each other I don’t want to intrude.  A finger comes through the far right glory hole.  I get some head…but it’s not good so I thank him and head to the sling area.

The same man is in the sling—a man that Sam had told me to be wary of as he never cleans out.  I avoid him and fuck a pale white ass on the fuck bench…

*

It’s late.

There is a cluster on men at the picnic table.  A handsome man of maybe 45 is allowing three men, one of them the man in the leather jacket, to suck his cock.  I watch leather jacket take over from another.  The handsome guy smiles at me.  I wait my turn.  And get it.  I seemingly get him close until he reaches down and hefts my cock.

“God damn.  Fuck me!”

He gets up and stands, bending only slightly.  I grease up—and make a surprisingly easy entrance into him.  The other men move around him.  One has his mouth on his left nipple, another on the right.  Leather Jacket takes the Handsome One’s cock.  I fuck the ass slowly and deliberately.

“Oh, yeah.  Faster!” he commands me.

I do.  I fuck at top speed until he blows in Leather Jacket’s mouth. 

And the fool spits it out.

The men disperse, except for Leather Jacket.  I ask if he wants to get off. 

“Yeah, but let me piss first.”

I kneel.  “Where are you going?”

It takes a moment, but he finally gets it.  “You are a bad boy…”

He gives me his cock.  Piss gushes out of the slit—and around the PA.  I swallow him down easily.  He just stays in place as the piss subsides and he hardens up.  I have more of him in my mouth this way.  He pumps my face—but I know my teeth are hurting him; there is no way to cover them with his thickness.  He pulls out and jerks his dick.

“Take my load, fucker.  Take it.  Take it now!”  And he blasts all over my extended tongue.

I swallow.

He takes off. 

I am tired.  I would love to get off with somebody.  But there is no one left.

I head home, knowing that I will just have that much more to shoot on Saturday…

FP and the Great Outdoors

 

It's quiet here.  Just me walking the pup as the sun begins to filter through the trees...

I am camping this weekend.  At the gay campground, of course.  

I have deliberately left the computer at home.  

Hopefully, I will have stories to tell....

On the Tracks -- Pissing from the Vault

So, I was expecting to write today.  Instead, I spent some time in the office as everyone else was working from home—or not working at all since it was Saturday.  I was there longer than expected—and it totally took up the time I had set aside for banging out a post.

I don’t have many exploits backed up as I have stopped any kind of play with social distancing in place.  So, now, with not much time,  I looked through some old photo files…

Early in the life of the blog, a photographer who had done porn work with a major company, approached me about doing a shoot or two.  I agreed.  We spent half a day with a willing boy under a viaduct by a set of still used railroad tracks.  I had brought several changes of gear—being a prepared pig.  I loved the result and did a six part spread of them here called On the Tracks. 

Well, in looking through the original pictures, I realized I really used next to nothing from me in the leather shirt with the yellow piping…

So from the vault—Here is some new On the Tracks.  From the vault and full of piss...

Was I concerned, back then, that my readers might not like the piss??

For the others in the series, hit the label of On the Tracks in the listing below.

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Pig In the Woods

The Wilds of Michigan—September, 2018

Saturday at the campground was pretty relaxed.  We went out for a big breakfast.  The rest of the morning I read while my host and Tom, the other top, went to the pool.  We all trooped over to the main pavilion for a potluck luncheon.  Afterwards, I hiked the paths. But no one was brave enough it seemed, for daylight play.

That night of course I went back to the play area.  The younger man who had been on the bench the night before with the Red Neck, was now in the sling.  I fucked him.  Then he introduced me to his tall buddy—who I also fucked.  I rotated the between the two of them in the sling most of the night.  

I also found the cross very useful.  Not for what it was designed for with this crowd, but if I stood on the lower plank that connected the lower ends of the crossed boards, a light shown up through my legs illuminating my big hard dick in the blackness of the woods.  I lost count how many men came to kneel at my feet and see if they could swallow my cock.

Both my new fuck buds got loaded by others.  The tall one got several loads, but the guy from the night before milked everyone else.  Including me.  I went to the trailer much less pent up…through the evening drizzle just coming on.

Sunday night I checked the play area.  The same two men were there.  They were sore.  And though both took me briefly, it wasn’t going to work for extended play.

I did meet up with the white goateed man who wanted a condom on that first night.  He saw my dick again and muttered that he must have been drunk to think that he could take it…but he did, covered, while leaning on the cross for support.

So I left the sore asses in the woods—and went back to the campsite.  My host had a bottom coming for us to share.  I thought all three of us would use him, but Tom had found a fuck bud for the night while I was out.  Our neighbors had a sling set up under a net canopy you would normally have used around your picnic table.  They had told us to use it at any time.

He was late—but Drew showed up.  He knew both of us from other places—though I hadn’t seen him in a good ten years.  Drew is tall, mid-40’s, with his dark hair cut rather short.  He is fit enough to show some definition.  He’s a 100% bottom and he wanted to be used roughly…

My host zips up the netting.  Drew, totally naked, looks at the sling.  He approves.  There is a rubber mat under it.  I point to it with a “Kneel.”  I unzip my flight suit.  “Now suck our cocks.”

Mine goes into his mouth first.  He’s good.  And he can take me quite deeply.  I push him over to my Host’s fat dick.  He gags on the swelling in the middle, but he gets past it.  My Host pulls him off his dick and pushes him back onto me.

I let him suck for a bit, then pull out and beat my spit-slicked cock on his face.  He sticks out his tongue to take it.  I lift my cock up, grab the back on his head and pull him into my balls with a “Lick my nuts.”  Then a slight cuff of correction with “Lick them, don’t suck them.”

He grunts and now does what he’s told.  Enthusiastically.  I pull him off me and make him service my friend in the same way.

“Sling time.”  I’m running the show, it seems.  Drew scrambles up into it.  I kneel briefly.  I spit on his hole.  This isn’t a mutual fun fuck.  He’s all about being used.  I poke my saliva into him with my tongue, but don’t linger.  There will be time for that when we’ve gotten his ass slimy.  I push into him.  He gulps.  Loudly.  I hope the neighbors are liking the show.  (The next day we are told they did indeed….)

His ass is great—wet and hot.  His puffy pink ass lips cling to my cock on the backstroke.  My Host watches me fuck for a moment, then sticks his big cock into the pig’s mouth.  I fuck him.  The chains rattle.  He keeps grunting around the slab of meat in his mouth.

We change.  He relishes the taste of his ass on my cock.  I spit in his mouth for good measure.  He gurgles his happiness as he swallows.  My friend is fucking him every bit as hard.  The sling is rattling, filling the woods with the noise.

We switch. I fuck.  Then I stand still and move the sling.  I am deep dicking him every time I pull the sling onto me.  Finally I let go and resume using my hips.  They make a great thawking sound as I smack into his wet flesh.

We rotate.

And again.

My host's dick is flagging and he whispers in my ear what he’d like to do.  I get the pig out of the sling.  He kneels, and without being told, cleans off both our cocks.  My Host gets in the sling.  The pig looks confused.  “I’m all bottom…”

“Suck his cock.”

The pig stands and bends to do as he’s told.  I let him suck for a moment, than plow into his ass.  He grunts a muffled “Yes!” around the big meat in his mouth.  I like the new position.  He feels different, and certainly wetter.  I fuck him hard.  He grunts with each thrust.

“You eat ass?”  I don’t wait for a response.  “Eat my friend’s hole.”

The Pig bends a little more.  I pull out and re-enter.  Making him feel it.  His grunt is all but muffled in the depths of my friends ass.

My stroke if slow and deliberate.  I want him to feel every inch.

I pull out.

“My ass is really sore.”

“But you want to be bred?”

“Yes, Sir!”

My friend gets out of the sling.  The pig gets in.  I’m up his ass before his ankles are in the stirrups.  I fuck.  I concentrate and think about all the asses of this weekend.  I convulse and give him my load.  Shot after shot.  He milks me.  Hard.

Only then do I kneel and really tongue his super wet asshole…

Into the Woods

The Wilds of Michigan—August, 2018

I left Toronto early in the morning and made it to the border in record time.  The US agent in my lane at the bridge was seemingly giving every car ahead of me a hard time.  My line inched forward compared to every other lane of traffic.  When it was finally my turn, the agent proved to be incredibly hot and hirsute.  He took no time at all getting me back into Michigan.  Did he notice I still wore the Fukdto wristband?

I took a few days doing very little to get back to my normal routine.  I received a call from my friend who loves gay campgrounds.  I have joined him in the past in both Ontario (the same place I had been on this last trip) and at his discovery of a brand new gay campground in Michigan.  He convinced me I should join him for Mardi Gras weekend at the new campground. 

I arrived Friday afternoon.  The campground had made a lot of improvements in a year.  (Here is a link to my first visit.)  The play area had changed, too.  The sling and fuck bench were still there, as were the half buried tractor tires you could lean against or bend a man over.  The new additions were a St. Andrews cross and, slightly away from the rest, a three holed Gloryhole wall.

My host is often in these pages, usually when I go up to the bookstore that is half arcade and half bathhouse.  He is my age, with iron grey hair, ex-military and with a large cock that bulges in the middle—which makes it a terrific challenge to suck. He cooked a great dinner and reminded me that another man was joining us, a top he’d met at yet another campground.  As darkness fell, I told him I was headed to the play area.  I changed into my flight suit, so I’d have easy access to my cock, but was covered in case of mosquitoes.  My host told me he’d look in later and went off to walk his dog and wait for the other guy to arrive.  I went back over the bridge to see what I would find…

It’s dark.  I have no flashlight.  I take a swig from my water bottle and keep going.  No one is here yet.  I stand near the sling.  A single light points down on it.  There are a few other garden type lights along the pathways.  There is also a light at the fuck bench and one at the cross.  I go down the darker trail toward the glory hole wall.  No one.  I wait a moment, deciding what to do.  

And then I hear it.  A jingle.  As if Santa were coming to town…

I wait in the shadows.  Yup, a man in a belled jester hat from the Mardi Gras parade is stumbling along the path to the partition.  I move behind the wall ready to suck or be sucked.  A short, fat cock comes through the hole.  I kneel and suck him.  He sighs as my tongue swirls around his helmet head.  He gives me a load fairly fast and stumbles off to his trailer.

I go back to the play area.  Things have picked up.  A white haired daddy, nude but for jock and boots, is fucking his partner on the fuck bench.  Two men are stroking, watching it all.  I arrive on the scene.  I look at the top, who nods and I stick my hardening dick into the bottom’s mouth.  The Top speeds up his fuck.  Soon he cums noisily in his partner’s ass.  I move around to be next to the Top as he marinates in the cummy hole.  He pulls out.  I clean him up.

“You want to fuck my man?”

I nod.

“Do it.”

“Oh, fuck…” the bottom groans as I slide into his freshly lubed hole.  “Fuck me!”

I do—slow, deep and churning that cum.  I build to a nice speed—and I fuck the cum out of him, spraying it into the dirt.

They thank me and leave.

I worry no one will want to suck my cock fresh out of that hole, but I shouldn’t.  A man who’s been watching from a distance comes over and relishes all the juices on my dick.  There are now maybe six of us trading blow jobs, closer to the cross than the fuck bench.  We all are very oral, trading off on who is on their knees and who is fucking a mouth.

Eventually I am distracted by a much younger man getting on the fuckbench.  He’s in a designer jock and has left his flip flops in the sand around the legs of the bench.  The man fingering his hole is fully dressed in jeans and a once white tee.  His scraggly goatee reminds me a Billy goat.  His Red Neck persona is hot—not off putting.  By the time I reach the bench he has his raw, uncut cock in the hole in front of him.

“You want some of this don’t you?”

I say I do.

“Well get your dick wet.”

I stick it in this younger bottom’s mouth.   He gives me head enthusiastically, except whenever the Red Neck swats his ass.

“Fuck him.”  I go back and begin the entry into this hot, perfectly framed, ass.  I am pleased this bottom loves the taste of his ass on the Red Neck’s cock.  But the Red Neck is not done directing the scene.  He chooses two other men to fuck the lucky guy, too.  We all rotate around.  We are either in the bottom’s mouth or ass, or are giving each other head as we wait for our next turn to fuck.

The Red Neck, on perhaps the third time around with the four of us, cums.  It rocks his world.  He won’t let any of the hungry men clean him up and he tells the bottom to grab his flip flops—they are going.  Now.

*****

One man with a very full white goatee sucks my dick.  “Now I could use that in my ass—but you’d have to put a condom on it.”

I tell him truthfully, that is all the various pockets of the flight suit, I don’t have any.  We move away from the bench and he leans against one of the tires.  I discover he has a scimitar of a dick.  We trade blow jobs.  I get him off.  Still on my knees, I promise I’ll have some Magnums on me tomorrow night.

“Good going, wild man.”

It’s my host emerging from the darkness.  He’s watched the last encounter.  And our trailer mate, Tom, is with him, a bear of a man who is taller than I am.  They pull out their dicks. 

“Suck these.”

It never gets old.  The infinite variety of  hard cock.  My host, long thick and truly fat in the middle.  His friend with a nice sturdy, super engorged, seven incher.  Back and forth.  They pull me from one to the other.  Another man tries to suck the man who I’m not doing at the moment—but the two of them close ranks.  Back and forth my head is shoved.  First one cock.  Now the other.  Soon, my host slaps my face with his dick while I service the other.  Tom picks this up. 

“Make me cum!”  says Tom.

My host pushes into my mouth and explodes with a shout.  I let him empty his balls, but I keep my tongue caressing the head of his dick.  I slowly pull off and clean him up.  I turn to Tom, eager for his load—but he goes all shy suddenly and tucks his deflating dick away.

They help me to my feet and take off to go start a campfire.  I wander the area, but the men have dispersed for the night.  My balls are still full—but I’m pretty sure I will empty them tomorrow.

I head back across the bridge and towards the music from the dance hall…and wind my way through the trailers and the trees to our campfire.