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 recommend you ask for an updated outline as I add to it after every chapter.
As I was walking the grounds, making sure everything was okay and everyone was having a good time, I heard Brad over the loudspeaker, "Bob, please come to the office - urgent!" Using the word "urgent" over the loudspeaker was our code word meaning that something was seriously wrong. My heart, in a panic, leapt inside of me as I rushed to the office.
When I entered, two sheriffs were standingthere, waiting for me. They turned to me and eyed me up and down, frowning. Brad, speaking in a shaky voice, said, "Boss, these two sheriffs have a warrant to search our campground."
"What's going on?" I asked, a bit irritated.
"I'm Sheriff Dullard and he's Sherriff Doan," Dullard said pointing to his partner, "We have a warrant to search the premises for illegal drugs."
"What makes you think that we have drugs here?"
"We've heard that you're having a Biker weekend here and that's always prone to drugs circulating around."
"I assure you, we have no drugs here. Any person that comes through here are strictly warned not to have drugs on their posession or they will be permanently banned from the grounds. In fact, we reward any campers who report drug suspicions to us."
"You think that rule will stop them?"
"I don't know. I circulate these grounds as well as my staff and we are very careful in watching out for these things. Everyone knows that if drugs are found here, my place will be shut down. No one wants that to happen."
"Either way, we need to inspect the place. Will you come with us, please?"
"Okay, but I assure you, you won't find anything." When we got to the door, I stopped them, "You do know about this campground, don't you?"
"We've heard this place is just for guys -- gay guys."
"You're right. And anything goes on here -- anywhere on these grounds. I'm just warning you."
The two sheriffs looked at each other as we walked out the door. We first headed to the barn. On the way, the sheriffs were "all eyes" as they looked around at all the nude campers circulating. They definitely had the campers' attention because they were the only ones dressed. "I'm still warning you," I said out of the corner of my mouth.
When we entered the barn, the hot tub was the first they saw. It was filled with about six guys relaxing. They turned to us and seeing the sheriffs, one of them spoke out, "Look at the hot cops! Mm-MM!"
"Watch it, guys," I said to the hot tub group, laughing, "The sheriffs are for real and they're here on business."
"Too bad," said one of them as he eyed them up and down.
Sheriff Dullard shook his head and muttered under his breath, "Disgusting!" Then he spoke to Sheriff Doan, pointing to the far side of the barn, "You go on that side of the barn and look around and I'll check this side." Then patting his walkie talkie, "Call me if you find me or need me for anything."
As Sheriff Doan headed off to the far side of the barn, Sheriff Dullard climbed the ladder to the upper loft. I followed right behind him. Going up the ladder, I was within six inches of his uniform-covered ass. It was so tempting just to shove my face up in there - even though it was covered with fabric. But I must be on his good side. So I followed him obediently.
He walked over to the orgy area and there were only two guys lying on the mattresses on the floor jacking their cocks. When they saw us coming, one called out, "Hey! A cop! I like cops!" He then raised his legs up in the air, showing us his asshole. Looking at us between his legs, he called out with a smile, "Wanna breed me, copper?"
"Fuck off!" was the sheriff's firm reply. He then walked over to the glory holes and walked the halls. There were a couple of holes with cocks sticking through them and he lonly glanced at them as he passed by. Then he headed back to the ladder to descend. I decided to go after him. Maybe he might get a look at my ass and want to plough me - no such luck.
We then went below the loft to the dance floor. Bernie, our DJ, was setting up for the evening party. He was dressed for the occasion -- all in leather -- the full works: leather cap, leather armband, spiked leather neck band, leather vest, and leather chaps (obviously open at the crotch and ass). Sheriff Dullard looked at him once and then turned his attention to the room for inspection.
When Bernie saw him, he called out to me, "Hey boss, what's with the cop? I thought this was a biker's weekend. Shit! I dressed for the wrong occasion."
"No, Bernie. You're fine. This is Sheriff Dullard. He's checking around for drugs."
"He won't find any here. That's for sure! No way at my gigs!"
The sheriff and I headed back to the hot tub and Sheriff Doan was there waiting for us at the door. "Found nothing," he said cocking his head towards the area he came from, "There sure is a lot of strange stuff over there - but nothing illegal."
"Then let's move on."
I led them to the maintenance building. The front room where Randy use to stay before his cottage was built, was completely empty. We then entered the hall going to the back garage. When we stepped into the laundry area on the way, I was embarrassed with what I saw.
The washer was going on the spin cycle and on the lid attached by a suction cup was a dildo. Randy (16-20) was on the washer, riding the dildo and jacking his long black cock at the same time. His eyes were closed and he had the look of pure ecstacy on his face. I would too if I was doing the same thing he was! He didn't notice us when we entered. The cops just stood there for a moment with their hands on their hips. Randy did open his eyes and saw them, he didn't act startled. In fact, he winked and smiled at them as he continued to ride the fake cock on vibrating washer.
The sheriffs turned and looked at me with confused looks on their faces. I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "Randy, our grounds man, oversees this building. What can I say?"
The sheriffs shook their heads in disbelief as they left the laundry and headed for the garage. When they were out of earshot, I turned to Randy in an excited whisper, "What in the hell are you doing? These sheriffs are for real and they're looking for drugs."
Randy rose up off the dildo and hopped off the washer, "Hey, Brad contacted us and warned us about these guys. So we decided just to be ourselves and maybe they might be interested in joining us. We're not worried about the drugs - because they're not gonna find any. Don't worry about anything. Everything is copasetic."
"I sure hope you're right. You know how I feel about drugs here. My policy is clear. I hope everyone understands that."
"They should; as much as you harp about it. We all agree with you because we want to keep this place running and we made it clear to every camper who comes here. They all want to keep this place running too. We are always on the lookout for it. We promise you that we're keeping this place clean."
We turned to face the door and saw the sheriffs standing in the doorway. We then realized that they have been listening in on our conversation. I acted a little sheepish, trying to remember all that I said.
Sheriff Dullard stared at us for a moment, then said, "Let's keep moving."
As we headed for the circle drive, I couldn't help but notice the campers looking at us and making comments like:
"I sure love a guy in a uniform!"
"He sure can plant his seed in my ass any day!"
"He can take me to jail as long one of them is my jail mate!"
"I wouldn't talk so much if I had a cop-cock in my mouth."
"I wonder what cop-cum and biker-cum tastes like mixed together."
"Is cuffed by a cop much different than being cuffed by a biker? I'd sure like to find out!"
I snuck a sideways glance at the sheriffs as we walked and noticed their faces were beet red. They were obviously feeling more and more awkward and embarrassed. As we continued walking we kept hearing the comments and the sheriffs tried not to notice all the cocksucking and ass fucking that was going on. Sheriff Doan looked at me with a furrowed brow and asked, "Does this crap go on all the time? This is really sick!"
"Not everyone thinks like you. And yes, this pretty much goes on all the time here. That's what this place is for. Wouldn't you rather it all happen here than out in public?"
Sheriff Doan didn't answer but looked straight ahead and kept walking. Finally, Sheriff Dullard obviously had enough. He stopped and said, "Okay. Enough of this." Turning to me, he said with a firm voice, "We need to talk - privately."
I escorted them back to the registration building. When we passed Brad on the way to my office, I gave him a look of fear. This did not look good at all. All my time, investment and hard work on this business will be for nothing. This place is going to be shut down and I'll probably be put in jail - or even worse - in prison. Then I briefly thought about all those prisoners alone with each other. Hmm - that may not be so bad! It was just a brief, funny thought.
I closed my office door and turned to them, "Okay, now what?"
"Well," Sheriff Dullard said with a wry smile, grabbing his crotch, "How about you letting me fuck your ass - shoot my load in ya and I'll write a clean report on the search warrant?"
"Hell no!" I replied, "That means that I'm admitting I've got drugs here. I'm not going to fall for that crap! I'm not letting you fuck me just to get a clean report. I do things honestly around here. That's my reputation and I'm not about to blow it! If you don't believe it, you just go on out there and do some more searching." Sheriff Doan just stood silent. He had the look on his face as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Okay," Dullard replied, "I believe you considering that I've found nothing so far. Personally, I think whoever filed this warrant just wanted to cause you trouble." With that, Dullard pulled out the report, filled it out and signed it. He then handed me a carbon copy, "Here. That settles it. You're free and clear." He picked up his papers and he and Doan headed for the door.
"Hey, wait a minute," I called out, "Don't you wanna fuck me?" Dullard turned around and looked at me quizzicaly. I continued, "If you want to fuck me, fine, but not to get me to lie for a clean report." I bent over my desk and showed him my ass. I looked behind me and saw a smiling Dullard unzipping and pulling out his large cock. He was stroking it hard as he approached me.
I glanced over at Doan. All this time, he had been giving no response as to what he thought about Dullard. He still gave no response, but I did see an outline of his cock in the fabric begin to appear.
Dullard parted my ass cheeks and made a comment, "That's a fine looking ass cunt you got there. I have fucked a pussy in quite a while."
"I'm willing to show my appreciation to the fire department, police department and the military. In fact, I'm willing to show my appreciation to anyone who wants it," I said with a smile.
"Well then, say hello to my dick." I felt his cockhead rub against my asshole a little and then slide in. His cock (like any other) felt good inside me. I pushed back against Dullard to get it all the way in to the base. "Oh, fuck, yeah," I heard him say with a sigh. Then I felt it slide out to the head and then slide all the way back in.
Once we got our rhythm going, I turned my head and looked at Doan. He was still standing there speechless, but his hard cock was now obviously showing. "It's obvious you like what you see," I said to him, "My ass may be occupied, but my mouth isn't."
"Never had my cock sucked before - not even by a woman."
"Well then, bring it over. Buddy, you are in for a real treat!"
He sauntered over to me and just stood there. I reached out and felt his cock through the fabic of his slacks. He stepped back with a start. I looked up at him, "Afraid of something?"
"No," he replied, "I'm just not use to this."
"Trust me. Come back here. Once you feel my lips on your cock and the sucking I'm going to give you, you'll want to get use to it real fast."
Doan stepped forward again and I nuzzled my face into his crotch. I rubbed my face over the hardness of his fabric-covered cock. It felt so good and I knew it would feel better once it was down my throat. I've said it before - it's a wonderful feeling when I'm doubly occupied - a cock down my throat and a cock up my ass. And better yet, when I'm being fed both ways.
As Dullard continued piston rodding in and out of my ass, I carefully unzipped Doan, and pulled out his cock. I liked the looks of it because I knew it would fit my mouth perfectly for great sucking. I slipped my lips over the head and then slowly moved down the cock, sucking it in all the way. I heard a moan above me and I knew that immediately Doan liked the feeling.
"Oh God! What a feeling!" he gasped as he naturally grasped my head for better mouth fucking leverage. As he pushed his dick further down my throat, my face was pushed into his fabric-covered crotch. Wow! Being done by two real live sheriffs! This is heaven!
The pace was beginning to pick up when I heard my office door open, "Boss...oh...excuse me!" Then the door shut. Dullard called out to Brad, "Get back in here!" The door opened and I sensed Brad's presence. I couldn't see him because I was faced the opposite direction with my mouth full of cock. I heard the door closed.
Dullard spoke up, "I saw some guys out there eating out other guys' ass. Do you eat ass?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Brad stammered.
"I've never had my ass eaten. Would you like to try mine out? I don't want to stop fucking your boss. This feels too good." '"S-s-sure!" said Brad and I felt Dullard's slacks being undone and dropped to the floor.
As Brad rimmed Dullard's ass, Dullard groaned and moaned at the same time - a definite sound of satisfaction. When he finally got his breath, he spoke, "Doan, you gotta try this guy out on your ass. This is fucking fantastic!"
As I continued sucking Doan, he undid his slacks and dropped them to the floor. "Send him over here. My ass is ready."
"Not yet," said Dullard, "I want to enjoy this a little more because I'm about ready to breed this guy here." He started to fuck my ass harder and I worked with him to make it an explosion he would never forget. Finally, he grabbed my hips firmly and rammed his cock in one last time before he creamed my insides. It was such an explosion that he became weak-kneed and shook. When he was done, he sank to the floor and Brad dutifully moved in behind Doan and resumed his work on rimming ass. But I think Brad rimmed Doan differently than he rimmed Dullard.
"Oh fuck!" cried out Doan, "His tongue up my ass feels great!"
"What?" Dullard spoke back, "He's fucking your ass with his tongue? He never did that to me!"
"Well, you're just going to have to try it sometime," Doan said matter-of-factly, as he continued to fuck my face. I decided to be more earnest on my blowjob because I wanted to get out with the other campers. So I began bobbing my head up and down on his cock faster, caressing it with my tongue while sucking harder. That's a lot of work - doing all that at the same time!
But my extra efforts paid off. It wasn't but a minute when he let out a yell, rammed his cock all the way down my throat and shot his load down my gullet. I didn't get to taste it because it shot past my taste buds. Oh well, I got the load anyways. It was then Doan's turn to sink to the floor.
As Doan and Dullard were both sitting on the floor, getting their breaths back, Brad dutifully got up, moved behind me and began working Dullard's cream out of my ass. He's such a good employee! Dullard and Doan just sat on the floor and watched in amazement.
Finally, they both stood up, pulled up, and zipped up (their pants, that is). As they got themselves together, Dullard spoke, "I have never had anything like this before in my life! This was fantastic!"
"Well, this campground is full of goings on like this all the time," I replied, attempting to do a little advertising.
"I'm just going to have to save my money and buy some camping equipment and come here," said Doan.
"It just takes a small tent and a sleeping bag. In fact, we have just finished a bunkhouse which takes twelve. You wouldn't even need to buy camping gear. In fact, you may be fucking around so much, you probably would end up sleeping in some other guy's tent or trailer."
Dullard picked up his papers, "Well, don't worry about this search warrant. There can't be drugs here since everyone wants this place to keep in business. You've got my support."
Escorting the sheriffs out the door, I spoke, "Thanks for stopping by. In fact, my ass thanks you - my mouth thanks you."
"And I thank you too," spoke up Brad.
When they drove off, I headed for my cottage. I had just enough time to get myself something to eat and get ready for the big party in the barn tonite. I'll be there'll be more leather in the dance room than a herd of cattle!