By jarbear1974@yahoo.com. Write me and let me know what you think. I answer all emails. Also, I have a layout of the campground as I see it when I write the chapters. If you would like one to go along with the chapters as you read them, just ask and I'll email you a copy. I keep an outline of the chapters & list of characters as I go to use as reference so I don't get mixed up. If you'd like an outline, let me know. After every five chapters, I would recomment you ask for an updated outline as I add to it after every chapter.
He glanced around the area before he looked at me. "Hey fuck bud," I called out, "I'm over here." He turned to look at me and I raised my legs in the air, showing him my ass crack. He smiled at me and began slowly walking towards me. As he did, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped and unsnapped his levis. By the time he had gotten to me, his slacks had fallen down around his ankles. I noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear. He smiled at me as he reached between my two raised legs and placed his hands on either side of me for balance. He leaned forward and without touching his cock, its head automatically found my asshole, touched it and then slid it in.
I groaned aloud because it really felt good! He fucked me slow and easy -- all the way in and then all the way out to the bulbous head -- then all the way back in. I wrapped my legs around him as he continued his fuck. I looked at him and it seemed like he was looking back at me -- deeply. As he continued to fuck, we kept staring at each other.
Then I noticed that he began to lean down towards me a little closer and a little closer. I sensed he was about to do something affectionate. To give him the indication to go ahead, I slowly licked my lips and parted them a little, sticking my tongue out just a little bit. He smiled and leaned forward and kissed me. I liked it, so I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep him down. We kissed long slow and deep, our tongues intertwining. As we did, I looked past him toward the trash dumpster. Sure enough, Trey and Joe quietly stood up and each took a pic with their cell phones. Then they quietly disappeared behind the dumpster.
I was still lying on my back when he pulled out of me. He then crawled on top of me and took hold of my hard cock. He squatted down over it and then slid his asshole over it; all the way to the base. Slowly, he began to ride me. His ass felt so good. My cock felt so good in him. As he continued to ride me, I noticed movement behind the dumpster. Trey and Joe again quietly stood up and each took another cell phone pic of the scene.
As he continued to ride me, he began stroking his cock which was close to my mouth. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, indicating for him to shoot his seed in. He understood and when he finally shot, it was a direct hit to the back of my mouth. When he was done, I licked my lips and smiled at him. He gave me another kiss as he crawled off me.
I gave Jack another secret nod as he let the biker back in while the next biker came out. Feeling like a smartass, I was rather enjoying this exposure adventure. "I could begin a new line of work," I thought to myself. But then, "Nah, I like my campground business too much -- more sexual opportunities."
As the next biker met me at the door, he walked with me to the pile of crates I set up. I turned and looked at him, "What do YOU want from me?"
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. "I want your ass pussy," he said as he groped my ass and fingered my hole.
"Is that all?" I asked slyly, "Anything else?"
He paused, looking up in thought; "Nope," he said simply, "I just want a good fuck."
I laid on my back and raised my legs. "Go to it, good fuck buddy," I said. I was a little disappointed that he didn't want to do anything else. I was hoping that he would be like the first two -- exposing his gay side. Oh well, I can at least enjoy the fuck.
"Not so fast," he said, "Sometimes the prelude is half the fun." He pulled me back on my feet. He stepped back and slipped off my shirt. Then he unsnapped and unzipped my levis. I didn't make a move or said anything. Inside I was sort of in shock -- because of his surprise approach, I guess. He pushed my levis down far enough so that they slipped the rest of the way down to my ankles. As I stepped out of my shoes, I stepped out of my slacks at the same time. There I stood, completely naked in front of him.
He slowly walked around me, looking me over. As he did, the excitement of it was causing my cock to grow hard. When he ordered me to bend over the crates, I knew he was going to give me a good fucking. That's the way I love it -- being mounted from behind and pummeled by a good hard cock.
But I was wrong. Boy was I wrong! I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and was ready for his cock to slide in easily. Instead, I felt a tongue! It slid slowly up and down my ass crack and then probed into my hole. As he was tongue fucking me, I couldn't help but moan aloud. I couldn't turn around to see if Trey and Joe were getting their pics. I had to trust that they did for I was too busy enjoying the tongue job. This biker lied to me. He just wanted a good fuck, but he gave me more. Fine by me! I sure didn't mind him lying on this one!
When he had his fill of rimming, he then stood up, gave his cock a few strokes, then guided it for my hole. This cock also slipped in easily and he pushed it all the way in. He then laid on my back as he continued thrusting in and out of me. His head was close to mine for I felt his breathing on my ear. "Your ass tasted mighty fine. I like lickin ass. I like suckin cock too. I guess that makes me a fag, doesn't it?"
"No," I replied, "that makes you gay. Remember? I don't care too much for the word, 'fag'."
"Yeah, right," he said, "Do you wanna 69? I love it! There's no one around here to see us. Wanna do it?"
"Sure," I said eagerly, "I love to do the 69 too."
So he pulled out and crawled up on the crates on top of me. Before I got his cock in my mouth, he already had mine engulfed in his. His cock was certainly a mouthful, but I was willing to take it on. He pushed it all the way in and I opened wide to let it slide in. I worked my magic tongue on the underside of his cock. He must of have liked it because he began doing the same to me. (I sure hope Trey and Joe are getting a pic of this!)
Since I am such an expert on cocksucking, I got this biker's balls a churnin' and it wasn't long before he shot his load in me. I swallowed all his cum with gusto. When he pulled out, I gasped, "Boy! You sure are good at cock suckin'. I think you've done this before."
"I've had my share," he said with a smirk as he crawled off me. "Let this be our secret, because I want us to get together again sometime."
"I won't tell anyone," I promised him. Why "tell" anyone when Trey and Joe have the pics and I just nod to Jack? "You come to my campground and you can find me there."
"Can't do that," he replied as he put his levis back on, "Anyone see me in the campground will figure me out and spread the word."
"I don't think so. Everyone in the campground is there for the same reason you are -- for good ole man to man sex. And I assure you, what happens at my campground stays at my campground. That's why so many guys come there. Everyone can have a good time and not worry about what someone else says."
"Well-l-l," he replied cautiously as he zipped up and rearranged his crotch, "I'll think about it."
As the biker walked back to the door, I glanced toward the dumpsters. All I saw was one of the hands raise up, giving the OK sign. The biker knocked on the door, Jack opened it and glanced at me. I gave the slight nod, turned and then walked back to the crates. I began to wonder, "Just how many of Jack's bikers are gay? If ten percent of the guys of the world are gay and three of the bikers so far are gay, then than makes twenty percent already( if my math is correct). That's twice the average!
I sat on the crate naked. No use puttin' my clothes back on if I have to take them off again. I watched the next biker walk up to me. He seemed kind of nervous -- I guess it was because I was sitting there in front of him stark naked. I just sat and watched him nervously walk up to me. I spread my legs in front of him and began stroking my cock, "What's your pleasure, bud?"
"Are you sure nobody's watchin?" he asked with hesitation.
"I don't see anybody around here," I replied innocently, "What can I do for you?"
"I want you to put your clothes back on."
"Okay," I thought to myself, "Of all my sex experiences (which are many and varied), this might be a new one on me." I went ahead and put my clothes back on. After I zipped up (the back as well as the front), I sat down on the crates.
"I want you to watch me strip. Nobody's ever watched me before and I want to know what it feels like to be watched. I've always had a fantasy of stripping before an audience or be filmed or photographed.
"Ok," I said as I repositioned myself to be comfortable for a strip show. Boy! He's getting his fantasy fulfilled on being photographed and not knowing it -- poor fellow!
He stepped closer to me. Staring into my eyes the whole time, he began his show, moving to the music that was sounding from the bar. He began with his leather vest and slowly slipped it off one shoulder, and then the other. He dropped it on the crate next to me. He then slowly began unbuttoning his sleeveless shirt (the sleeves have been ripped off). When it was unbuttoned, he opened one half of it, exposing his pierced tit. He brought it close to my face. Sensing that he wanted my response, I leaned forward and first tickled it with my tongue. Then I place my mouth over it and sucked on it while my tongue played with the ring.
He placed a hand on the back of my head and pulled me a little tighter against his chest. I sucked his tit a little harder as I felt his other hand reach down and groped my crotch. My cock couldn't help but get hard within the confines of my levis. Then he pulled back, wanting me to watch him some more. He pulled his shirt off his shoulders and as they slid down his arms, he groped his crotch with both hands. As the shirt bundled around his wrists, he released his grip from his crotch. When he did, the shirt slipped the rest of the way off and onto the ground. Again, the whole time he stared at me.
He spread his feet a little further apart. One hand slipped behind the waist of his levis while the other reached up and fondled his breast. As he continued to stare at me, he seductively licked his lips. Slowly, he turned his back to me and the hand that fondled his breast now reach back and down his ass crack which was still hidden in his levis. While he was fingering his ass, it was obvious that his other hand was unsnapping and unzipping the front for his levi waistband loosened. His levis began to slip down his legs. The biker then shifted his feet a little closer together which cause the slacks to go the rest of the way down and gather at his ankles.
With both hands, he began to massage his ass cheeks. He slowly bent over, pulled his cheeks apart and exposed his hole to me. I sat there and looked at it as it winked at me a couple of times. Finally, I couldn't resist. I got down on my knees in front of his ass. My hands replace his on his cheeks and kept them parted as I pushed my face in. My tongue found the hole, licked around it and then pushed in.
With the strip show he had given me, I just couldn't resist tongue fucking his ass. What else he had planned, I didn't know, but I wanted to participate in whatever he was doing. I heard him whisper, but couldn't understand. I asked him to say it again louder.
"Fuck me."
I stood up. Stroking my cock, I pointed it for his ass. His ass was a little tight, but I finally got my cock in. I just held it in for a moment until his ass adjusted to my rod. I grabbed my bottle of poppers and reached around and handed it to him. He uncapped it and took several huffs and then capped the bottle. He started moving his ass slowly back and forth and I felt his sphincter muscles loosen, allowing me to more freely fuck him.
Just as it was started to feel good, I heard him quietly, "Now I wanna suck your cock. I wanna suck the cock that's been up my ass."
I pulled out and stepped back. He turned around in front of me, handed back to me my poppers, and got down on his knees. He took hold of the back of my thighs and pulled my hard cock straight for his open mouth. He quickly (more like hungrily) engulfed my cock and began some deep sucking. As I was taking some huffs of my poppers, I glanced toward the dumpsters. As usual, Trey and Joe stood up and snapped pics on their cell phones.
As the euphoria from the poppers began taking over, I grapped his head and began fucking his mouth hard. Finally, I couldn't hold back. I shot my load in his mouth. It took several spurts, but I finally went dry. He stood up and motioned for me to bend over. Thinking I would finally get fucked, I willingly responded.
But he surprised me. (It seems like all these bikers are full of suprises) I felt something wet dripping on my asscrack. I realized that he didn't swallow my cumload, but used it to lube my hole. He then parted my cheeks and with his thumbs opened my already loose hole. He licked up the cum off my asscrack and spit it in. Then (finally!) he slid his cock in and fucked me.
Even after I shot my load, I was still feeling sexually intense. He fucked me good and hard and it wasn't long before he unloaded inside of me. By then, I was exhausted; happy, but exhausted. When he finally got his wind, he pulled out and gave my ass a pat. We both got dressed and I walked him back to the door. He knocked on it and Jack quickly opened it. As he entered, Jack looked at me and I gave the slight nod. He gave a surprised look and then looked at the biker as he was walking back to the bar. I guess Jack didn't think this biker had it in him.
"Give me a break," I told Jack, "After that last one, I need a breather."
"Just let me know when you're ready for the next one," and he closed the door.
I walked back to the dumpsters where Trey and Joe were hiding. "Come on out," I called out to them, "Time for me to have a break."
As Trey and Joe came out of hiding, Trey spoke up, "Can you believe it? Every biker so far is gay!"
"Sure seems like it," I responded.
"It sure was hot watchin' them," Joe said, "It was all I could do to come out of hiding and join you."
"Oh no! Don't do that!"
"Why is it you get all the fun?"
"Hey, this is a lot of work to keep at it with every biker."
"Doesn't seem like a lot of work to me."
"Well, I've got to admit," I said with a chuckle, "I love my job. Well, break's over. Time to get back to work." As Trey and Joe resumed their hiding positions, I walked over to the door and knocked on it.