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.
After fixing a good supper (I'm going to need some good nutrition for this party), I took a shower and then laid down to get a little rest. I must have needed it for I slept soundly and when I awoke, it was dark. I looked at the clock and it said, "8:30". "Oh my god!" I thought to myself, "I'm late! I'm suppose to start the party at 8!" I quickly got up and dashed out the door. Thank heavens I didn't have to worry about getting any clothes on!
I ran to the barn and as I approached it, I heard a lot of commotion inside. I stepped inside and saw that practically everyone was there because it was crowded in the main area. The hot tub was filled with more than the maximum requirement. There were six in there and there were six more seated on their laps. With the up and down movements going on, I immediately knew that there was a group fuck going on. I hurried on to the dance area.
When I got to the door, I heard Bernie, the DJ, playing his music above the commotion. The commotion was of guys laughing, yelling, whistling, along with any other noise they could make. It was difficult getting through the crowd to get to Bernie. Everybody was practically shoulder to shoulder -- some were cock to ass -- some were body to body, cock to cock. There were few who had just enough room to get on their knees to suck cock. As I wound my way to the sound booth, there were some that reached out and groped my ass -- giving me a little finger fuck -- felt good! I could tell that everyone was having a good time -- without me starting the party. Hey, that's OK by me. I'm flexible. I just wanted everyone to have a good time.
As I got to the stage, I noticed that Roy had brought in his portable sling from his leather booth and set it in the middle. On top of the sling frame he had contrived a floor/platform and bolted on it was a rim seat. On one end of the stage was what looked like an 8 foot 6X6 freestanding pole with a pair of leather handcuffs attached to each side. On the other end of the stage was a footed bathtub with a hose connected to the drain, running to the drain in the floor.
I got to Bernie and wrapped my arm around his waist. I had to speak directly into his ear in order for him to hear me above the noise, "Sorry I'm late. I took a nap and overslept.".
"That's OK," Bernie replied, "I got them in the mood for a good time. Everybody's really enjoying themselves, looks like."
"What's up with all the stuff?" I asked, nodding towards the stage.
Bernie looked at me and smiled, "You'll see." He then shut off the music and then turned up his mike and called for the crowd to quiet down. It took a little while, but he finally got their attention. "Guys," he started, "This is the first night of what's going to be a really great weekend. (There was a hearty cheer) If this weekend goes as well as we anticipate, this will more than likely be an annual affair. (There was another hearty cheer). What we need to do this first night is to have everyone get acquainted with the staff that works here. If you haven't met them, you will now. Staff, as I call your names, come up on stage. First, you may not know these guys, but Kevin runs our brand new canteen/store. Trey helps him as well as be the accountant for this campgroound -- making sure we are financially OK so that this campground can keep going. You guys come up here." There's a parting in the crowd and Trey wheels Kevin and with the help of a couple of guys, they get up on stage amid the applause of the group.
When they get on stage, Bernie continued, "Our janitorial guy who cleans up after all the messes you guys make is Tim. (There was a loud applause as Tim got on stage) Now look at this young, hotlooking guy. If you guys cleaned up after yourselves more, he would have more time to spend with you guys. Isn't that right Tim? (Tim shook his head vigorously as the guys laughed, whistled, and hooted). Next, we have our grounds people, Randy and his assistant, Frank. (As they come up, there's more applause) They got this place looking nice for you guys to enjoy. I think it's a good ida that we show appreciation to them later by giving them a tip. Know what I mean? (Bernie winked and the guys laughed again and hooted). Then there's Brad who met everyone as they entered the grounds. (As Brad hopped on stage, there was more applause). I'm sure he's already made you guys feel welcome. (Brad immediately turned his back to the crowd, bent over, parted his cheeks and wiggled his ass in front of them -- more laughter and cat calls). Finally, the guy who runs this place and makes this possible for us to enjoy is Bob. (I step on stage and the cheers, whistles, calls and applause was almost deafening -- I was feeling embarrassed).
When the cheers finally died down, Bernie continued, "Trey and Joe who organized this weekend, along with Roy who's running the leather booth, have set up the stage for us. As I've said before, this first night, you guys are going to get acquainted with the staff here. What we've got planned is for each staff person to go to one of the equipment pieces we've got set up on stage. Once they get situated, they are open for business for your pleasure as long as they like. When they feel they are finished, they will leave and the equipment is open for anyone who wants to make use of it. Staff, go to your stations."
The staff and I formed a huddle to decide who was going where. "I want the tub," Kevin said excitedly. Randy spoke up that he wanted the sling and Frank, Tim, Trey and Brad wanted the post with the handcuffs. That left the rim seat bolted on the platform above the sling. I was more than willing to take it since I loved rimming ass.
Trey and I got Kevin out of the wheelchair and placed in the bath tub. As we did, I spoke to Kevin quietly, "You know the bathtub is for water sports, don't you?"
Kevin gave me a quizzical look, "Of course I do. I'm no dummy. I love being pissed on."
After Kevin was place, I crawled up to the elevated platform and laid on my back under the rim seat. Bernie then spoke up. "Oh yes, we forgot a couple of things. First the staff needs to be blindfolded the whole time."
Several campers came up with the blindfolds and proceeded to cover our eyes. The one came up to me and just before he placed the blindfold on me he smiled and said, "Just think -- tomorrow when you walk around, you'll have no idea who's ass you've rimmed, the butt cheeks you've kissed, who's asshole you tongue-fucked." As he blindfolded me, he continued, "Hope your lips don't get sores from all the asses you're going to work on!"
When he was done, Bernie spoke again, "And the second thing, we've got a bottle of poppers at each station. That reminds me, the canteen/store has a fresh stock of them for sale. Ok guys, when the music begins, help yourselves to the staff!"
When the music started, the noise of the crowd resumed. I could feel the heat of the spotlight as it shown on me. My cock was hardening as I was excited with the thought of rimming anonymous asses and at the same time being on display before the whole crowd. I heard Randy below me let out a yell, indicating that a cock was shoved up his ass alread. I felt the platform jiggle as someone climbed up to me. I couldn't hear anything above the noise of the music and the crowd, but suddenly felt a bottle of poppers under my nose. I took some deep huffs in each nostril and then felt the rim seat above me. I reached up with both hands and grasped the anonymous guy's thighs for balance. I pushed my face in. I furiously licked up and down his ass crack, sucking on his hole each time I passed it. As I did, felt some of his ass cheeks and kissed them.
Hearing the crowd cheer and holler, I knew everyone liked what they were seeing. I don't know about my staff, but I was certainly enjoying this -- putting on a show with some anonymous ass. I sure do love anonymous sex! The poppers had taken effect on my senses and I was really getting into this ass. My cock had stiffened and it was sticking straight up in the air.
Then I felt the platform jiggle. As I continued with my ass rimming, I felt someone crawl over my torso and then felt an ass slide down over my cock. I sure hope the platform was sturdy enough because the platform was starting to move a little as some camper was riding my ass. Suddenly, I felt the ass above me move away and a cockhead stick through the rim seat and press against my lips. I opened my mouth to receive it, but the guy above me held back. I wondered at first what he wanted, but then felt globs of cum drop into my mouth. I then knew - he wanted the crowd to see me swallow his cumload. I was more than willing. When he was done, I turned my face towards the crowd and licked my lips. Even tho I couldn't see with the blindfold, I knew the crowd could see the look of satisfaction on my face.
As I was doing that, the guy above me moved off and another sat down - another ass for me to work on. As my face was in this new ass, I heard the guy who was riding my cock let out a yell and I felt the cumload shoot all over my chest. I then felt his his hand move on my chest, scooping up the load. Again, the ass I was tongue fucking rose up for a moment. I thought that this guy was going to shoot like the previous one -- "Kinda soon shooting on this one," I thought.
But in a moment, he sat back down and I resumed shoving my face back up his ass. Then I realized what had happened. The guy who shot his load on my chest, had smeared it all over the guy's ass crack and some in his hole. His cum-covered ass was now on my face. I felt and tasted the cream and my tongue worked on getting the cream out of the hole. This made two loads.
Finished with that, the ass above me rose up. I waited for another ass. But again, another cock touched my lips. So I opened my mouth and the cock slid in and began sliding up and down between my lips. I thought about this setup and then figured it out. As I was lying under the rimseat, the guy above me, must have been lying on the seat with his cock and balls dangling through.
"Nice setup," I thought to myself as I continued sucking his cock. I wondered how my show looked to the crowd. For a moment I tried to visualize being in the crowd watching myself up there on that platform under the rimseat. "Not a bad show," I thought again to myself. So I decided to be a little creative in my cocksucking - to give the guys a decent show.
I figured the guy above me was lying parallel to my body in a 69 position, so I raised up my hips to see if his mouth would take my cock. Sure enough, he did. I felt his tongue tickle my shaft as his warm lips slid down my pole. While he was sucking my cock I put my hands up in the air, flipped the bird and then alternately slid my fuck fingers in and out of his asshole. Then the moment when his mouth was slid down to the base of my cock, I quickly brought my legs up and wrapped them around his neck. With the leg hold on him, I began fucking his mouth.
While this was going on, someone stuck the bottle of poppers under my nose again. I took some more huffs and then began to get sexually intense again. I began sucking the cock in my mouth hard as well as increase the fucking I was doing on the guy's mouth above me. He must have really gotten into it too because right then we exploded our cumloads into each other's mouth at the same time. This whole experience was so intense, we both were literally shaking. It had to be obvious to the crowd that was watching us.
Once we got our senses together, I took off the blindfold, turned my head and looked at my audience. They were smiling, clapping and cheering. I smiled and gave them a thumbs up. The guy above me got up on his feet and I crawled out from under the rim seat. Jokingly, we put our arms around each other's shoulders and took a bow to the audience.
We both crawled down one end of the platform onto the stage while two others crawled on to begin "their performance." I looked towards the bathtub where we had place Kevin. He was still in it with his legs draped over the sides. There was a camper who was straddling the sides of the tub on his knees with his ass on Kevin's face. Being a quadraplegic, his arms and legs weren't moving, but by the look of ecstacy on the camper's face, I knew that Kevin was doing a good job of rimming out his ass.
I looked over to the freestanding pole where four of my staff were handcuffed. There was a short line behind each one, waiting their turn to fuck their asses. I looked closely to make sure they were doing OK. Sure enough, they were. They were riding in rhythm with their fuckers, sometimes pushing back, each one trying to get more cock up his ass.
I looked out over the crowd. Some were watching the performances on the stage and other had their own little thing going on. Here and there were cocksuckers on their knees working on the extended dicks that were in their mouths. Other, I could tell, were bent over, getting fucked while still others just milled around them. Anything and everything was going on here -- the perfect party.
I then turn to the sling which Randy had chosen. There was a guy in leather fucking his ass - hard - and Randy had that look on his face that I couldn't interpret. It was either a look of great pain or ultimate ecstacy. I became concerned. Was he going overboard and hurting Randy? I decided to immediately find out.