jmidas@aol.com Jeff Midas (AJ) Interracial, True story "Dirt Bike Camp Pt.2"
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Dirt Bike Camp Pt. 2
Kamal had told me to get mentally prepared.
I'm certain he meant physically prepared as well. I'm not as lean and hard muscled as Brandon and Kamal, but the necessary diet going forward was going to impact my physique and keep my GI tract prepped. Besides, it was my cute butt and willing anal skills that peaked their desires. Even with what some would call a hot dick of my own was not notable at the moment to either of these men. The special diet did benefit me down the road as my definition sharpened.
I really had no idea where all of this was going but I wanted to be prepared for the ride. And ride I did. This weekend had another day and half to go so we had just gotten started last night.
Not sure when I fell asleep and only remember Kamal's remarks after pumping two distinct loads deep inside me. I remember too there was something about Brandon mentioned but could not clear the fog in my head enough yet to clarify that.
As I woke in the camper, alone, I smelled bacon wafting from the farm house. I was hungry. My gut needed to void itself of Kamal's seed and became first priority. I probably needed to prep soon too for whatever the day handed me. But I needed energy, food.
If not obvious at this point, my thoughts were spinning.
I made it to through the backdoor of the farmhouse that led into the kitchen and found everyone busy making biscuits, frying bacon, pouring coffee and carrying on with just everyday chit chat amid cheerful clatter.
Our hosts, Mark and Sam, welcomed me to the farm and hoped I was hungry. Both made a handsome, mixed race, ruggedly fit couple. Sam, a somewhat imposing black man you'd be likely to not ignore in any encounter. He had a presence and a commanding voice, a very sexy man. His partner, Mark, also presented himself pleasantly, inviting, but with an alure of command and control, slightly intimidating.
Besides the aromas of a hearty meal sizzling and baking, the testosterone in the room was intoxicatingly strong. Without the stench of sweat, it was as overwhelming as a football locker room after a game. The male energy was only overwhelmed by bacon and coffee that had me chuckling to myself. What the hell did today hold in store?
Fast forward through breakfast, a shower, some prep and plans were made to get the bikes out and ride. Mark and Sam had 4-wheelers and Brandon, Kamal and myself plowed onto the farm trails with the bikes for some fun.
By late afternoon we were all hungry again, dirty and ready for a little rest and whatever. Time needed to recoup from the trail fun was topping everyone's do-next list. Got my shower, a sandwich, a beer and headed to camper to nap. I finished neither and was apparently snoring away for a good while.
It was dark in the camper when I heard some banging around by someone coming inside the camper to check on me. I was startled to see it was Sam!
"How are you making out here in the camper?" Sam asked. "All good? Got plenty of room I see. Nice."
He went on, "All rested up?"
I nodded and managed a "Yes, sir."
I was naked on the bed with a sheet barely covering parts of my legs and torso. My dick had grown rock hard with Sam in my presence. I knew little to nothing about him, only that he was a hot, good looking, rugged, black man.
We were interrupted by a knock on the door which opened immediately with Brandon coming inside the camper. "How's it going, men?"
Sam turned to pull Brandon in close and kiss him passionately on the lips while giving lots of tongue. "Doing well here and about to get better," Sam replied.
My brain exploded with questions. What was going to happen here?
My answers came quickly as Brandon and Sam both pulled off their t-shirts and shorts. Sam turned to me on the bed, "Get up on your knees, now. I want to taste that ass before it gets all used up." I swear that he more or less flipped me over onto my knees. He was that strong. Strong hands parted my cheeks and his tongue began to explore. Wow! Geez, it felt awesome to get rimmed like this knowing pretty well that I had no choice in the matter.
Brandon had slid in at the top of the bed where he sat with his back to the headboard and I could suck on his dick. Choke on it was more like it because it was so damn big and rock hard. I gagged several times but the encouragement to continue kept coming. I sucked hot dick while my ass was receiving an incredible tongue treatment. My hands kept me propped up but Brandon's put some serious hurt on my nipples that made my own dick even harder.
I never got to see Sam's dick when he began working on me but he had since dropped them to the floor. He pulled one hand away from my duties up front to feel his dick, a hard-as-steel dick, with a hot curve upward to a flared head. Geez, it felt hat a fuck and that dick had a mission.
Lubed up, Sam pushed the mushroom head against my hole. He eased it in until it almost popped through my sphincter. He knew well how big it was and knew the effect it was having on me. Slowly he began to slide the entire shaft into my ass raw and shouted out how damn good it felt. He was soon balls deep and began to slide it back and forth, in and out. The head he'd bring to the lips of my ass and slide it back in. He went slow at first to enjoy my inviting manhole while reminding me not to lose focus on Brandon's shaft.
Every fuck is different and Sam knew well how to use that curved dick to hit that prostate. Damn, it was hot and I had to work at not losing my load as he hit it over and over, edging me with each thrust until he let go. Damn! He gushed repeatedly. I could feel the gushing inside me and I feel it dripping out. It had to be a huge load of cum.
Brandon was ready as he had been before to fuck a juicy hole. Being at the top of the bed he just slid down further until he was underneath me.
"Sit. Sit all the way down," his command came.
Thank goodness I wasn't sore yet and I hadn't come yet. I was totally worked up for more dick and gladly eased my ass onto the head of that gorgeous dick. As told, I slid all the way down.
"Now work it."
With all my weight on that shaft it was exhilarating to work it within my manhole, against my prostate, over and over. Back and forth. Up and down.
Sam's hands helped orchestrate the action as he played with Brandon's shaft and balls while I fucked it. God, that was incredibly hot, one of those feelings you hope never ends like any good fuck.
I leaned forward to kiss Brandon while this continued when Sam's hands began to do more than play with Brandon's tool. He was working around Brandon's dick with his hands, pushing into my manhole that already seemed stretched to the limit.
Brandon grabbed me by the back of the neck, starred into my eyes and stated, "You ready for where this is going." It should have been a question but it was a statement.
I was being prepped for a double fuck or something, something I wasn't sure I could handle.
Sam shoved a dampened cloth into my mouth, soaked in something he had sprayed on it. "Don't let it fall out. Breathe slowly."
As I got a little woozy and honest to god, hornier than fuck with a super hard dick, I felt Sam's dick begin to press against Brandon's and against the entrance to my ass.
He took his time and worked it. "Breathe. Relax. Relax. You can do this."
No lie, this hurt like hell for a while. But Sam took his time and the vapors relaxed my mind and my ass.
He soaked the rag again and repeated the instructions. It got me there but not for long. It was hot to attempt two dicks that size!!! Wow, maybe a little more than I could handle for now.
Sam pulled back and as he did, Brandon let go with repeated explosions in my hole mixing his seed with Sam's. The feeling was incredible but neither had let me release yet. I was being played out for more fun to come.
Sam kind of whispered when he said, "Kamal mentioned that your ass was hot as fuck but could use some stretching. We figured we'd help him out and help ourselves to some good ass.
The guys left me laying in the camper bed soaked in man juices and sweat. I had not lost my load yet and horny as fuck. Exhaustion took over again and I napped or passed out, not sure which. I was alone.
I gathered my towel and bath kit for a much needed shower in the house.
The remnants of a campfire smoldered outside but was unattended. It was warm, quiet and seductive to my mood.
Entering through the kitchen door I saw the clock ticking around 1 am. "Damn," I thought. Had I slept through the evening's festivities and socializing? Was everyone asleep?
Fearful I would awake everyone I made it into the shower for a refreshing clean-up and cleansing. I hadn't even brought clothes in with me so I stumbled back to the kitchen naked which was almost dark.
Standing in the corner up against the counter was Kamal sipping a beer wearing nothing but a slight grin. He was an awesome sight to view with his muscles, abs and that humongous dick handing heavily over his balls. The light made shadows with his veins that stretched over his arms. And his dick reflected the same shadows.
"Did you get some rest?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. Didn't intend to sleep but the boys worked me over quite a bit."
He walked directly up to me and gave notice, "That should be enough sleep for a strong man like yourself. It's all you're going to get the rest of the night. Understand?"
"Yes, sir. Understood."
Days later I realized that I had given up control of myself, my body, my senses. I don't regret that. It was one of those life milestones that changes everything. I had been found and I had a purpose.
My abilities went beyond the physical. I was a sexy man, desired, and with talent to focus on serving while putting my own release secondary to another man's passion.
The animal side of a man had nothing to do with love or feelings. It was just sex, pure man sex.
Kamal had stared into me, almost through me, while he watched me accept who I was. He saw me change, accept. He would help me fulfill that role.
"You know there are others like me. It's like a fraternity of overly hung men seeking those few bottoms who know their place and have the physical talent to serve without question. You will meet them all in good time and learn their ways. They will be good to you. Tonight, it's just me and you."
"Here, strip the camper bed and put this blanket on top. I will be right behind you."
The camper smelled like cum and sweat but it was an arousing scent. It was man scent, made me hard as I prepped the bed.
Kamal stepped inside and pushed me down on the bed. I was on my back and he pulled me toward the edge with little effort. I felt light and powerless. "Stretch out those legs. Keep them straight."
Kamal generously lubed his shaft and my hole and proceeded to grab each of my feet and push them outward. My hole was not just in the right position but the stretched out legs opened my manhole for the onslaught.
He leaned in to lay his heavy dick on top of my dick and balls. This dick had a presence, a heavy presence, a weight. The other boys were big but I had not even remembered how big Kamal's dick was. Surely over 10 inches with massive girth, hard and the veins bulging. I remembered now that I could even feel those veins inside when we fucked yesterday.
"As you can see, my dick likes the invitation your ass is sending. I know you're ready. I can smell your lust."
Kamal leaned in and kissed me hard, really hard, burying his tongue in my throat with force. His animal was awakened.
He drew back his dick from laying on mine so the head was positioned to take what it needed from me. The head pushed into my hole which at first gave resistance. It was that big but I pushed back to open up. I imagined other men in this position and what went through their minds while being impaled by the animal.
He pushed harder and the head slipped in past the sphincter while I managed my first breath. Breathe this. The now familiar soaked rag was stuffed in my mouth to breathe through.
I relaxed and it made me a little high. Definitely relaxed physically but I couldn't wait to get the entire shaft into my ass. The vapors demanded it and in one motion, Kamal was balls deep.
"Breathe. Inhale. Relax. Relax, my man. I got you. This is your journey."
The ass pumping began and soon turned into thrusts of passion, pain and pleasure all rolled into one.
My legs were now wrapped around his waist as his strong arms held me in place for the onslaught of being deep dicked by his massive tool.
"Don't let go. Don't shoot. Focus. Your moment of ecstasy is coming shortly and will be better than you have ever experienced. Your ass is amazing and is wrapped itself around my big dick like it's in love with it. Oh my god, your ass feels good!"
Kamal stiffened and held me even more tightly to release his load that came in several volleys.
But he didn't stop fucking. He adjusted his angle and thrusts, now sliding so easy in a sea of cum that loaded my insides.
This became a whole different fuck! He knew exactly how to target my prostate and my brain almost exploded!
"Oh my god!! This is incredible but I can't hold back," I nearly screamed at him.
Again, those eyes stared into me deeply and he almost shouted back, "That's it. You're turn man. Your turn. You won't be able to control it now. Let it go. Give in to it. I got you. I got you!"
The onslaught continued and when I came, I lost consciousness. I could feel it but my head was in a daze while ropes of cum covered my chest, my abs, even my face. I went limp.
But the fucking hadn't stopped. Kamal soon released again with his volleys of cum filling my ass even more.
Kamal was sweating, breathing hard and kissed me with incredible pressure and passion.
The animal sex was finished for now and we both slept for a while although he had said earlier, there'd be no more sleep. Exhaustion had changed that course.
Later, Kamal explained that he'd have to think about when to share me with that unspoken fraternity. "You can't forget what we started here and I'll decide later when and who I will share you with. This level of fucking is amazing and rare."
I couldn't tell at the end if I was talking with the man or the animal. Kamal's world burred between the two because that's who he was.
And, now, I was in his service.