Gay Campground

Gay Campground 16

By jarbear1974@yahoo.com Let me know what you think. I answer all emails

The morning sun peaked through the drawn blinds and hit me right in the eyes. I squinted for a moment and suddenly realized that I had not set my alarm to go to work. Then I remembered that I was fired. At the same time, I felt the two arms wrapped around me and remembered the kindness of this stranger who was lying next to me.

I awakened him by patting his arm. He responded, "Hmph?!"

"Hey guy," I said gently, "Can I turn over and see who you are?"

"Of course," he said sleepily, "But remember, I don't look the greatest in the morning."

I turned over and looked at this kind stranger. I recognized him as my next-door neighbor who I never I formally met. We both moved in next door to each other at almost the same time, but were too busy to talk. I confessed that I secretly fantasized about him a time or two.

He was a black guy about 40-45 years of age. He had a stache and beautiful dark eyes with long lashes. When he looked at me, he smiled with his teeth shining. I just stared at him.

He then got that look of serious concern, "Don't tell me that you don't go for black guys -- you're not racist are you?" It seemed then that his eyes penetrated deep into mine.

"No! Not at all!" I said, "I was just thinking that here is an amazing man who crawled into bed with me and comforted me in ways I could never imagine." I moved to him and pressed by body against his and wrapped my arms around him. Our faces were just an inch apart.

"You will never know how much I appreciate what you have done for me. You saved me!" I said quietly.

Giving the look that I had his complete attention, he said, "Tell me what happened."

So I gave him the whole story starting with my purchase of a camper trailer. I gave him details because I did not want him to question any part of me, but know me completely.

When I was finished with my story, he put his hand behind my head and pulled my face to his and kissed me long and deep. When done, he said, "I'm sorry."

"I don't know what to do now," as I got that scared look on my face."

He looked at me, smiled, gave a little chuckle and said, "It's simple. It's so simple. Can't you see it?"

"What is so simple?"

"Go to that campground and take that job -- invest in it -- you have no better opportunity than right now. You ought to thank your former boss that he fired you. He made you to go out to pursue something better for yourself."

I thought a minute, then said, "You're right! This is the perfect opportunity! Man! You are so right!" We laughed together.

I looked at him seriously, "What's going on with you? What's happening in your life right now?"

"I just lost my job," he replied sullenly. "The company closed and I've lost my pension. I've worked there for 20 years and now I've got nothing to show for it. I worked in manufactured housing. With the economy, it went belly up. Oh, well, I'll try to find something, but it won't be easy." He looked away for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders.

"Man! I'm sorry! What about your apartment? What are you doing to do?"

"I've got it for one month, then I've got to move out. I don't know where I'll go. I've got no family. Oh, I'll survive somehow."

"Well, we're both free right now and I've got a great idea! Let's pack up my trailer and go down to the campground -- you and I -- and just enjoy ourselves for the moment. I'll get myself into that business and we'll see what we can do for you."

He perked up, "But you don't even know me! You don't even know my name!"

I sat up in bed, extended my hand and said, "Hi! I'm Bob. What's your name?"

"My name is Randy," he laughed as he extended his hand. "I guess we know each other now ."

"Even more so," I replied as I pushed him back and crawled on top of him. Our cocks met and I began to grind mine against his all the while kissing him deeply. I liked the ticking of his stache, I liked the length of his tongue, I liked the feel of his hardening cock, I liked the gentle massaging of his hands. In fact, at the moment, there wasn't anything about him I didn't like.

As we continue to kiss, his hands reached around behind me and kneaded my ass. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him up to a sitting position in the bed. I worked my way down, sucking tenderly on each nipple and then running my wet tongue down the middle of his chest until I reached the black bristly hairs around his cock. I nuzzled my face in it -- I love his manly smell down there.

I licked and kissed the areas where his legs joined his torso -- where his groin hairs began all the while feeling his thighs all over with my hands. I could hear him moan in delight. Then I gently grasped that beautiful black man muscle of his, stroked it a few time, wrapped my warm lips around it, then slid all the way down his shaft.

I wanted him to know what a great cocksucker I was and I wanted his manseed in my belly. I want him to know how great I was in having sex with a guy. I then licked his shaft down to where his ballsack began.

I licked the sack all over, kissing each area where each nut hung in the sack. I then licked under the sack and worked my way to the scrotum. This gave him indication to lift his legs which he did. I then got a beautiful view of his asscrack and beautiful sphincter muscle. I wanted to show him my appreciation so much. I kissed his ass all over and then ran my tongue all over. I planted my lips on his asshole and kissed it several times gently. Then I sucked on it and then tongue fucked it. He was moaning with delight.

"O Bob," he moaned, "Fuck me! I want your cock sliding in and out of my asshole! I want you to fill my ass with your seed! Please fuck me!"

I spit on his asshole to lube it and worked it in with my tongue. I got on my knees between his legs and leaned forward. I grasped my hard, pulsating cock and aimed it for the hole. The head touched, pushed and then slid in easily. He smiled, and moaned, "O fuck, yes!"

I fucked him slowly -- all the way in and pulling out just to the bottom of the head of my cock -- then all the way in again. His ass moved in rhythm with me. All the while, we looked at each other and smiled. Once I bent over and kissed him deeply while continuing to fuck his ass.

"Breed me!" he said, looking into my eyes. "Cumload my ass!" So I picked up the pace and begann to fuck him harder and faster. I knew the time was close for me to shoot for my balls and cock were all tingling. My pants were shorter and faster as I continued to pick up the pace. Finally, I let out a loud groan and shot -- it felt like a continuous stream.

When my cock finally quit pulsing, I fell onto the bed next to him.

He then turned on his side facing me.

"Wow!" I gasped after finally getting my breath. "What a fucking experience!"

"I'm so glad I snuck into bed with you!" he sighed contentedly.

We laid there a while in each other's arms. I then said, "Well, if we're going to the campground, we need to get crackin`!"

We got out of bed and discussed the plans of loading my trailer -- what all we needed. Randy went to his apartment, unloaded his frig and pantry of food to take along. He figured he would be moving out soon, so might as well get rid of the food.

We got the trailer loaded with plenty of food and toiletries. The Randy stepped in the trailer carrying his suitcase. "What is that?" I asked amazed.

"My clothes of course!"

"How much clothing do you think you'll need there?"

Randy paused, then laughed, "I guess maybe one other set than the one I'm wearing."

"You got that right," I said as I laughed with him.

By late morning, we were loaded up, in my truck with the trailer hitched and ready to go. I felt good knowing that I won't be going down alone -- that I had someone to talk to.

We had been on the interstate and hour and it was time for lunch, so we pulled into a large truckstop. Semis were parked in several rows. "This must be a good place to eat with so many trucks here." I said.

We then walked into the restaurant and sat in a booth. Several truckers took notice of us, but went back to their business. We ordered our food and ate and talked -- getting to know each other more. We knew that we were getting quite attached to each other, but agreed that we would have an open relationship -- in other words -- we could have sex with anyone we wanted. I was open to that and my heart was warmed knowing that I had a close buddy who cared about me. I cared about him too, immensely.

As we were talking, I couldn't help but notice that Randy kept looking over my shoulder. Once he gave a little smile and once I caught him winking. I knew it wasn't at me. "Hey, what's up?" I asked.

"There's a hot lookin' trucker sitting on the counter behind you. He keeps looking at me and smiling. I think he wants me for something."

I didn't look behind me but kept looking at Randy. I gave him a sly smile, "Well, are going to do something about it?"

Randy looked at me, "You don't mind?"

"Hey we agreed to keep an open relationship," I replied, "We are going to have to, going to the campground. Go for it! Have fun!"

Randy thanked me, then stood up to leave. I watched him pass the trucker as they glanced and smiled at each other. Then I saw the trucker follow Randy out the door.

As I was finishing my meal, I looked out the window and saw them enter my trailer. "Great!" I thought to myself, "Now I have to wait."

I bought a newspaper and ordered a coffee refill. Randy is a great guy -- he deserved a good time, especially after how he has helped me.

Half an hour passed and I was getting restless. I figured they had enough time and I was anxious to get to the campground. So I paid my bill and then walked to the trailer. As I got to the door, I heard sounds inside. I quietly opened the door and stepped in.

They were in my bedroom, on my bed. The trucker was on his back with his legs up in the air and Randy was fucking him fast. I stood by the door; watched and waited.

Randy let out a loud grunt and shoved his hard black cock in one last time and held it there. I quietly came up behind Randy and tapped him on the shoulder. When Randy turned his head and looked at me, I motioned for him to step back and let me in, which he did.

I got down on the bed and got my face up in the trucker's ass and licked his hairy asscrack as well as his hole. Randy moved around so that the trucker saw him and realized that someone else was rimming him.

"Awe fuck!" he moaned, "Is that your friend eating out my ass?"

"Yep!" laughed Randy, "My best friend. I believe he wants your cumload."

"By fuck, he can have it!" he said.

I watched his asshole wink a couple of times and the cum then started oozing out. I put my mouth against it and starting sucking it. Randy's cumload came out into my mouth and I swallowed every drop. It was Randy's cum and I wanted it.

When the trucker squeezed out the last drop and I licked it up, he lowered his legs and said, "That was fuckin' awesome!" Randy and I both smiled at him.

When he left, we got ourselves in order, got in my truck and headed for the campground. The closer we got there, the more excited I became. "You are going to have a great time here," I told Randy, "If I end up living here, you can come to visit and stay at my place."

"I've got a confession to make," said Randy slowly, "I've never been to a gay campground. I've never walked around nude with guys or had group sex. In fact, what we just did in your trailer is the closest to a 3-way I've ever done."

I looked at him in amazement while I was driving, "What? What all have you done?"

"Well," he answered, "I've been pretty much a private person -- 1-on-1. I really haven't done much more than that."

"I'm sorry, but that's going to have to change. In this campground, everybody is friendly to everybody. Sure, you can have your privacy, but to be accepted, you gotta be `friendly' to everyone. Understand what I mean?"

"I think so," he slowly answered, "but I'm going to need your help, `cause I like you and want to be with you and want to be well liked there. I want you to teach me what I need to learn."

"Well buddy," I said as I winked and smiled at him, "Watch and learn -- watch and learn!"

We got to the entrance and I carefully turned into the private drive with my long trailer and head down the quarter mile long lane. I stopped in front of the registration building as I did last weekend. We both got out of the truck and entered in.

I dinged the counter bell and Brad walked in from the back room. Again, he was wearing nothing but a jockstrap. Ah, the memories! I remember the first time I met him. It was last Friday at this same place.

When Brad saw me, he spoke out, "Hey Bob! You're back so soon! This is only Tuesday. I thought you were coming Friday."

"It's a long story," I replied, "I'm checking in and I brought a friend with me. Brad, this is Randy. Randy, this is Brad."

They both reached across the counter to each other and shook hands. Brad smiled as he visually gave Randy the once over. Without taking his eyes off Randy, Brad said to me, "Do you remember what the rule is here checking in the first time?"

"Yeah, I do," I laughed. "You want to make sure that we are gay and not police and we have to prove it."

"That's right," said Brad as he hopped on the counter and swung his legs around. He spread his legs apart as he face my buddy. "Well, Randy," he said with a smile and open arms, "prove yourself!"

Randy gawked at him at first, then looked at me with a surprised look. "Randy, you just do what comes first in your mind," I said with a frustrated tone in my voice.

Randy stepped toward Brad, leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Then he kissed Brad on the nape of his neck. Randy moved down and gave a little suck on each nipple. With his tongue, he licked on down Brad's chest until he came to the top of Brad's jockstrap.

Randy squatted down and buried his face in Brad's pouch. He kissed, licked and drooled all over it, leaving wet marks. He then took hold of the band and pulled the jockstrap down. As He did so, Brad's hard cock sprang forward.

Immediately, Randy wrapped his lips around the shaft and plunged down to the base causing Brad to emit a loud groan. "Aw fuck!" Brad gasped, "He's definitely one of us.!" Brad let Randy suck his cock about a minute more, then pulled back. Randy looked up with a slight surprise.

"This is the way Brad is," I told Randy, "He's got to save himself for every new guy that comes here. But don't worry. I have a feeling he's gonna find you later so you can finish the job."

I looked around, and then asked Brad, "Hey Brad, where's your boss?"

"He's in the hospital." Brad answered, "And he's pretty sick with pneumonia. I'm concerned about the guy."

"That's too bad. I'll ask you more about him later. Right now Randy and I need to get this trailer parked."

Randy and I got back into the trucker and headed for the designated campsite. Of course, I had to drive slowly, not only because of the speed limit, but I wanted Randy to get a good first impression of the place.

I figured there were only about half the number guys at the campground on this weekday as there were on the weekend. Randy's window was rolled down and he was hanging out gawking at everything he saw. As usual, there were guys walking around naked. Passing one site, there was a guy laying on his back on top of the picnic table and another guy was fucking him in the ass. "Holy shit!" I heard Randy say to himself as he watched.

I smiled to myself, "It's going to be fun educating this guy!"