CRUISERS IN A CAMPER By Robert H. Fletcher
At the rest stop, two's a couple and three's a mini-orgy!
I noticed the small, bright blue camper for two reasons: The electric blue color was astonishing, and it was parked nearer the entrance to the rest area than most recreational vehicles. Usually, those who are planning to stay overnight pull their vehicles around the inner circle drive, where there are electric hookups.
I discarded the thought, as I was eager to get to the long curve of the outer circle, where the large forest of trees, with the many clearings, made secluded rendezvous possible, and even likely.
I parked my car, took the keys, and wandered slowly down the path that took me deep into the woods. I sat down on a fallen tree, lit a cigarette, and decided to wait patiently, if possible.
I had just taken a couple of puffs of my cigarette when I saw the reflection of car windows. I watched as the car pulled up behind mine. I heard a door slam, and I knew that, within minutes, some lusting male would arrive at my position.
In just a couple of minutes, I spotted a tall, youngish-looking stud walk toward me along the path. I couldn't determine much more than that, because the trees were blocking me from getting a really good look at him.
Still, I moved about three yards to the side of the path, where there was a small clearing, complete with an old blanket that someone had left behind to be of service to others. I unzipped my trousers, stood against a tree, and hauled out my already-stiffening ten-inch instrument of lust.
The dude had obviously been here before, because he walked right over to me and chuckled, saying, "You've got a big chunk of meat, stranger!"
I turned slightly toward him, giving him a full view of my cucumber, which had become a solid concrete obelisk. I said a weak "Thanks!" as my knees began to buckle a little.
He opened his buttoned jeans, dug around inside for a minute, and extracted a horsecock of at least a foot. It was stiff as a board and leaking its clear fluid, creating translucent strings that dripped down almost to his knees.
I purred, "You're not going to waste that juice, are you?"
He giggled, and his jiggling crank let loose its connection to the string of pearls, and it splattered to the leaves under his enormous wang. He giggled again, and said, "Not to worry! There's lots more where that came from!" And just then another drop appeared at his piss- slit and lengthened to another necklace, which then hung precariously from the tip of his dick.
He smiled a broad, sparkling smile. "You'd better hurry if you want this one!"
I was on my knees in a heartbeat, sucking his bright red bulb into my mouth. The thing was like satin, and the juice it offered was sweet. I swallowed it with greed, then came off his jumping cock long enough to say, "Umm! That tastes great!"
He put his hands on my head, played with my hair, and whispered, "Wait'll you taste my cum!"
"I can barely wait!"
He unbuckled his jeans, pushed them down to his ankles, and lay on his back in the leaves. I went down between his splayed, hairy legs, with my mouth just above his towering cockflesh.
He sat up long enough to pull his tee shirt off, then lay back as he whispered, "Have at it, stranger! Give me good head!"
My tongue slurped up and down his monument to manhood, smearing it with his lube and my saliva as he moaned, "Ohhh! This is going to be good!"
My tongue brushed around his cockhead, which was turning a darker red, and I licked under his sensitive flange, into the quivering triangle of flesh that joins his dickhead to the throbbing staff. He wiggled and made purring sounds as he became more and more excited with each of my ministrations.
I let my tongue travel up and down his road map of dark blue veins, licking each of them, feeling his pulse as it fed blood to his swelling torpedo. Without notice, I opened my mouth as wide as it would go. I had been able to swallow fuckmeat as large as this before -- I sometimes had a sore throat for a while afterward, but the feast was always worth it!
I scarfed the whole monster down in one long, gulping breath, until my tongue was able to slip out to lick at his cock forest.
He raised his head a little and whispered, "My God! You took it all! Nobody's done that before!"
I thought to myself, "Cowards! That's like eating half a sandwich!"
I used my throat contractions, slowly and powerfully at first, as his hips wiggled against my face and he groaned his approval.
I opened my eyes and watched his almost hairless chest as it rose and fell, his breathing becoming more shallow. I wanted to go up and suck his muscular pecs, which were two brown oases supporting hard pink nipples.
My lips led the way from his succulent salami, up over his winking bellybutton, to his left nipple. I sucked the tiny droplets of moisture into my mouth as he whispered, "Oh yeah! Suck those tits!"
I moved from one to the other, his whole chest quaking with enthusiastic lurches upward to my face.
"Oh fuck! You know how to get a guy hot!" he moaned.
I sucked his grateful nipples for a few minutes, then my tongue slipped back down over his massive chest. It stopped at his bellybutton this time, tickling into his soft mounds of flesh.
I was back to his waving truncheon in a couple more minutes, tracing his tower of maleness up and down before my mouth opened to impale myself on his magnificent ramrod.
He wiggled and groaned as my lips made contact with his swampy pubes. He gargled, "I've gotta come! Bring me off, please! Get my nut!"
I began my head bobs slowly, then increased the tempo as I felt his nuts bounce up against his pulsing cylinder.
On about the third downstroke, he fairly screamed, "You've got it, stranger! I'm about to come!"
My head went faster, my throat embracing his pumper with more pressure, and he breathlessly muttered, "Now! Here it is! Drink it all! Shootin' in your mouth! Ohhhgh! Uh-huh! Uuugh!"
His lumps of cream struck the back of my throat with a force that made my head recoil. His discharge was the consistency of tapioca and tasted like sweet pudding. There was no bitterness at all. Just savory globs of pudding!
He had afterquakes of his powerful orgasm for a long time, muttering, "Shit! That was the best blowjob I've ever had!"
I licked his entire groin, getting any leftover dick honey into my mouth, then sat up next to him and said, "Thanks! God, you tasted good!"
"Thank you! I 'm sorry, but I can't do any more for you than pound your pud. I'm always finished for awhile afterward."
"That's all right. I understand." And I did, because sometimes after a gigantic release, I don't feel like sex of any kind for awhile.
"Want me to jack you?" he asked.
"No, you don't need to. Somebody will come along. Not anyone as handsome as you, though!"
And he was handsome. Taller than my five-foot-ten, and muscular enough for an Olympic swimmer, with jade eyes and soft warm lips.
He got up, and as he began to put his clothes back on his body, he said, "Do you come here often? I'd like to see you again!"
"Name a time."
"How about next Saturday, about this time?"
"Sounds good to me," I said.
"And next time, I get to swallow your cum juice first."
"I'll be here!" Then he kissed me, a lasting, meaningful kiss that seemed to guarantee that he'd be back next Saturday.
When he left the trail, I decided to drive into town to get a bite to eat. I wasn't about to waste my load of cum on the ground, and I knew someone would come by to take care of me after I ate.
As I was driving past the blue camper, I glanced over to see this great-looking blond guy standing by the rear wheel, holding a hard-on in his hand. I looked a second time, this time through the mirror, and he was looking toward my car and beginning to pump on his cock. I couldn't be imagining things, I thought, so I drove around the circle again.
When I neared the camper, I slowed down to a crawl, and I wasn't wrong. He was stroking his meat with one hand and waving to me with the other. As I pulled into the space next to him, he went into his camper, still holding what I could see now was a huge hard dick. He left the door open, and I walked toward it. Just then a chocolate-colored young man appeared at the door. I was about to beat a hasty retreat when his firm but gentle voice invited, "Don't be frightened! Come in and have a beer!"
His dark brown eyes twinkled with a kind of merriment seen in young Chicano guys. His smile was broad and warm, and sparkled against his brown skin. He wore no shirt, and his chest looked like maple syrup, all ready to pour. There wasn't a hair, except a few jet- black threads sneaking out above the waistband of his jeans. His pink nipples looked proud -- as well they should have been, just being on that gorgeous, sinewy body.
As I started up the steps, the first guy came to stand next to the chocolate bar. He almost whispered, "Welcome to our home! I'm Jeff, and my dark friend here is Tony."
I extended my hand and announced, "I'm Bob."
Jeff chuckled a little as he said, "I've been watching your car. I had Tony grab a look as you went past, and we decided we'd like to invite you in. And when you went down to the lust grove, we knew we'd have to see you!"
"Lust grove?"
"That's what we call the trees down there. It even smells a little like lust! That was a gorgeous young trick you got down there -- or did he have you?"
Tony chimed in with, "Jeff! That's none of our business!"
"If he doesn't want to tell us, he doesn't have to. It never hurts to ask."
I stammered a little because I wanted to brag a little about the Adonis I'd just entertained with my mouth. "W-well, I did suck him off..." Then I laughed lightly as I said, "Tony's right, though -- it really isn't any of your business. But we're all kindred spirits here."
Jeff clapped his arm around my shoulder and commented, "Now this is my kind of guy! He's not ashamed of suckin' dick!"
We all laughed at that as Tony went to the refrigerator for beers. He opened them and passed them around. Jeff took my hand and led me over to the couch. We all sat in a row like blackbirds on a telephone wire. I noted that they had maneuvered me to the center position.
We all took a first swallow of our beer, then they put their bottles on the coffee table, and Jeff almost whispered, "We want to undress you. Have any objections to that?"
As I put my bottle down, I leaned back, splayed my legs, and whispered right back, "Not one in the world!"
Tony immediately had his hands under my polo shirt, pulling it up over my head. His tongue followed his hands, licking my chest as he pulled off the shirt. My God, his tongue was hot and sensuous on my flesh! Somehow, as he got the garment above my lips, his soft, moist mouth was on mine as he threw the shirt to the floor.
The kiss was breathtaking! His tongue pushed my lips apart and went in to investigate every inch inside my mouth. He was muttering sounds, almost like purring, as he tongued out my whole cavity.
As he drew my tongue back into his own mouth, Jeff was loosening my jeans. He practically ripped the buttons off as, in one solid tug, he opened the fly, allowing my thrusting cock to point to the ceiling, my excitement pouring out of the piss-slit in clear, crystal droplets.
I raised my hips to allow my jeans to be pulled away from me. Within seconds, I was sitting there naked between these two delicious studs, my mouth still involved in Tony's kiss.
As they complimented me on my body, they ran their hands over every inch of it, then stood up, throwing their clothes off. I had seen Jeff's fuckmeat, but without his jeans, the thing stood out proud a good eight inches, oozing his natural lube in copious amounts. Veins seemed to be stacked on other veins, creating a patchwork of dark blue tracings everywhere.
I glanced over at Tony, and the rest of his body matched the beauty of his chest, over which I had drooled earlier. Down in his crotch, his curly black bush was actually more of a forest, and it seemed to be his only body hair, except the barely visible strands in his pits. His clipped porker was the size of a beer can -- at least ten suckable inches -- and it was bouncing up and down as he exercised his penile muscles. Though it was about the same length as mine, it was much thicker.
Tony's firestick was the one which touched my lips first. As he knelt on the sofa and leaned into me, I opened my lips and was immediately aware that I was probably biting off more than I could chew -- at least in this position. Then, as his bulbous, velvety cockhead entered my head, I could smell the musky aroma of his sexual heat.
Meanwhile, Jeff's soft hot mouth had swallowed my slick tubesteak down to my balls. His tongue was going wild, tickling every square inch of my excited dong. His head bobbed up and down on my eager staff as Tony began a slow facefuck into my mouth. Tony seemed to realize that I couldn't handle all of his fat hammer in this position, so he just shoved about half of it into my jaws on each short thrust.
Just when I thought that I had died and gone to heaven, Jeff's sweet lips left my cock, and in a heartbeat, Tony pulled his ramrod from my mouth and sat down on my steel pipe.
Jeff helped guide Tony's chocolate buns down onto my jumping dagger, and with soft groaning, Tony impaled himself on my tool until he was sitting flat on my quivering pubes, his fat, slobbering manmeat flopping around on my belly. He began bouncing up and down slowly, and my nuts began to react by pulling up closer to my lusting sausage.
Jeff sat down next to me, pulled my head toward him, and gave me a kiss, deep and satisfying. The inside of his mouth tasted like mint, and his breath was hot, filling my lungs with his sweet, powerful gusts.
Tony's dark fuckchute was snapping at my throbber as the tempo of his bouncing increased, and I was about to pop my nut. I didn't want to lose my hot load so soon, but unless the sucking and kissing stopped, I was going to surrender my balljuice.
Tony almost whispered, "I want your load up my ass. But I want it down my throat too!"
Tony pulled himself off my disappointed whacker and stood in front of me, letting his cum-slick cock bounce in front of my face. I reached out, took it in my palms, leaned toward his brown body, and guided his chunk of beef right into my open mouth. Jeff kissed me on the cheek, licked my forehead and eyes, then pushed his tongue into my ear. Tony gasped as his entire beer-can-sized love-muscle disappeared down my gullet and got a strong massage from my throat muscles.
I took his hardened nuts into my hands and squeezed them very gently as he wheezed, "Christ, you're one hot motherfucker!"
Meanwhile, Jeff got down on his knees between Tony's muscled legs, and his mouth was over my jerking throbber in two seconds flat. He deep-throated my fat puppy, swirling his tongue around it inside his mouth. His mouth was hot and very wet, and my cum was boiling for release. Finally, it burst through my cum-hole and shot into Jeff's beautiful body. I gargled, "Ugggh! Cooommmiiinngg!"
The strangling vibrations in my throat were all it took to set Tony off, and his liquid gold suddenly hit the back of my throat. I almost lost consciousness as the sweet-pungent flavor of his life-giving seed tickled my taste buds. Tony made sounds like an animal in pain as spurt after spurt gushed down my thirsty throat. My spigot was dry before he finally made one last jerk and moaned, "Oh shit! That was fantastic!"
He pulled his still-hard sword from my lips and stepped back to stand on the floor. Jeff continued to lick my hairy pubes and my cock, searching for any remaining cock gravy.
Tony pulled Jeff from my crotch and got him to lie on his back on the carpet. As Tony went down on Jeff's waving stiffer, he moved so fast, he was a blur. He inhaled Jeff's eight-incher in one quick breath, and Jeff responded by moaning, "That's it, good buddy! Suck me dry! Ohhh!"
I crouched down next to their squirming bodies and put my hands on Tony's inviting asscheeks. I plowed my head into his crack as far as I could get it, my tongue searching out his succulent passageway. Tony was muttering around Jeff's fleshy cock, but I couldn't make out any words. He just wiggled his asshole against my mouth while bobbing his head on Jeff's cockmeat.
My hand traveled between Tony's sweaty thighs and made contact with Jeff's tight nut-sac. I could almost feel the boiling juice inside, and knew that it wouldn't be long before he lost his searing semen.
Tony's head was bobbing faster and faster, the animal sounds getting louder and louder, until Jeff screamed, "This is it! I'm coommmin'! Holy shit!" My head went between Tony's thighs, and my tongue was on Jeff's huge, unloading nuts, licking in long, heavy, swabbing strokes.
Tony swallowed most of Jeff's mighty discharge, then rolled over so that he could pull my head up, giving me a chance to engulf Jeff's jerking tower and taste the last sticky strands of Jeff's love sauce. Tony and I were both slobbering in Jeff's crotch, sometimes kissing each other, with Jeff's greasy cylinder as the centerpiece. Our tongues licked and our lips sucked until Jeff's crotch was almost dry. Then we sat up, leaned over Jeff's still-quivering body, and kissed him on his lips. He lay still as we washed his face with our lips.
Finally, we ran out of steam and sat up, our hands holding each others' wilted crotch pieces. We just looked at each other for a minute or two, and Tony half-gargled, "That was great!" Then, as he held my face in his hands, he asked, "Where have you been all our lives?"
"Just waiting to find you," I answered.
Jeff half-whispered, "Stay for dinner, Bob. We know what dessert will be."
"Thanks. I didn't have lunch."
Tony wrapped his arms around me, kissed me, and said, "You'll be out first dinner guest!"
Jeff explained, "We've wanted to have a threesome for a long time. You're the first we've ever agreed on!"
We had hamburgers and cole slaw, all of it washed down with beer. We ate quickly because our hard-ons were beckoning.
Once the dishes went into the sink, the cocks went into the mouths. We took it slow and easy for about fifteen minutes, just savoring the cockmeat presented to our lips. Tongues went out to swab nut-sacs and lick inner thighs. The tempo and pressure increased as we began to sweat and moan our ecstasy. Suddenly, just as I deposited my lumpy syrup deep inside Jeff's body, I felt the heavy splashes of Tony's creamy sauce against my throat walls. I glanced over, and Tony's lips were dripping with Jeff's dick honey, some of it slithering onto the carpet.
After a few minutes, we cleaned the crotch from which we had taken our glorious feast, then just sat on the carpet, kissing back and forth, playing with each others' exhausted shooters. I finally stood up to announce, "I really do have to get home. Tomorrow is a work day."
Tony sounded almost in a panic: "Will you come back tomorrow?"
"If you'll still be here, of course I'll come back!"
Jeff said, "We'll be here for the next week. And we'll want you to come back every day."
I said, "I can take Saturday off and spend the whole day with you guys, if that's all right."
"Come over Friday and stay the night," Jeff offered. "Okay?"
"You've got it!"
As the week went on, the sex seemed to get better every day. The Friday night into Saturday session left me in a tired heap, almost unable to walk due to the pounding my ass got from both Jeff and Tony.
Jeff and Tony went back to Texas, and I hear from them now and then. We're already making plans for next year, when they will be my houseguests. I plan to take my vacation then so that our marathon of male-to-male-to-male lust can go on twenty-four hours a day!