You Guys Have the Wrong One
By Wade Wright
It was about 3:10 or 3:15 AM and Mike was slowly making his way back to his campsite from a necessary, middle of the night, visit to the campgrounds restroom.
The campgrounds was quite crowded since this was the Labor Day weekend, and most camping enthusiasts were out for their final camping of the season. This did include Mike, his wife Joyce and their two high school aged sons.
As Mike was making his way back down the winding trail, he continued to feel that somebody or something was watching him, but as he looked around from time to time, he could not find anybody else that was up at that time.
The trail that Mike needed to use from the campsite, which did happen to be one of the farther out on the edge of the campgrounds, was a walking trail only. Not large enough for any motor vehicles. As he approached the old stone wall that protected individuals from falling into the small stream below, Mike decided that perhaps he had finally found the reason for his feelings that someone was, or had been watching him.
Leaning against the wall was a rather attractive young man that was wearing a Campgrounds Security Guard uniform. Mike continued to walk toward him, and nodded, "Hello," as he approached. The guard nodded a return hello, and then looked down. He did not move from his position of leaning toward the wall, with his hands on the top of the wall.
As Mike made the turn in the path and approached the guard, he then gained full view of the lower half of the guard. The lower half that had been previously hidden by the stone wall.
Much to Mike's surprise, as he came round the corner of the wall, he very suddenly realized that the guard had his pants down, and that there was a man, hidden by the wall, sucking on his dick. Mike's presence did not seem to create any problem for either man. The guard continued to stand there and get sucked on, and the person between his legs, continued to suck!
Calmly the guard just simply told Mike to, "Walk over here beside me and don't say anything! Co-operate with us, or we will simply say that you attempted to do one of us while at the restroom. And you know damn well, that Park Guards have the advantage in that kind of a situation."
Mike did as he was told to do. The sucker was still kneeling at the crotch of the Park Guard and was still sucking on his dick. He looked up at Mike and rather smiled at him the best he could, since he had a mouth full of Park Guard cock..
The Park Guard told Mike, "Just stand here and make it look like you are just talking to me, and then if anybody else comes out of their tents, all they will see is us talking, and little Tommy boy is going to stay hidden down there by the wall, as he sucks you off.
Mike was quite shocked! "Sucks me off?" He quickly questioned. "I'm not a gay guy! I don't get sucked by guys! You guys have the wrong one!"
"Hey man, I told you to stand there and don't say anything! Maybe, just maybe you have never had that dick of yours sucked of by a guy before, but hey, Mr. Daddy Man, you are going to get it tonight! Tommy, pull his shorts down and see if he's supporting any excitement down there yet."
Tommy released the guard's cock from his mouth and moved toward Mike. Being careful to not raise above the top of the wall, Tommy reached over and pulled Mike's gym shorts down past his knees.
As he did, Tommy said, "Hey I'm damn glad you are wearing white gym shorts! Cum spots on white is a whole lot harder for the ole wifey to see, than if you were wearing dark shorts."
"No, he's not showing any excitement down here just yet Ron." Tommy answered. "It is looking like a nice cock that will probably get really big when it is hard, but Ron, I've got to do some work on it, I see."
Mike did start to breathe a little more heavily than he had been, and the idea of sticking his dick in some guy's mouth and getting it sucked on was a completely new experience that he had never, even, thought about before. Mike had never been attracted to other men for sexual reasons, and the idea of having a guy use him, and use his cock, just was not something that he had ever wished for. He did ponder, "That young kid wants to suck on my dick! Shit man, I've never done this before, let alone, think about letting some guy that can't be 20 years old yet, do me. Shit man! Hell what in the hell do I do now?"
Tommy placed his mouth on Mike's soft and deflated dick, and started sucking.
Ron looked at Mike and said, "Well, Mr. Daddy Man, I guess you will never ever again, be able to say you have never let some guy put your dick in his mouth, can you?"
"Hey Ron," Tommy looked up and said. "Keep up whatever you are telling him. It's starting to get him excited, and I'm starting to get a nice mouth full down here." Tommy then resumed his cock sucking, on the dick that he had been told had never been inside of a guy's mouth before!
"Here Mr. Daddy man," Ron told Mike. "You lean back against that wall and let Tommy get you all excited and use that rod of yours for his pleasure, and you just continue to act like you and I are just simply having a nice conversation. I'll keep an eye open for anybody that might be out and walking around. Almost all of the campsites are over toward that direction of the restrooms, so if anybody does come out, we will just wave and let them think we are just talking, and not let them know that you are finally getting your first gay suck job."
Mike was starting to feel a whole mixture of weird feelings. This action on his dick was not as repulsive to him as he had thought it would be, he knew he was a hell of a lot older than the young guy that was down at his crotch, with his now getting stiffer and stiff hard-on stuck in his mouth, he was wondering just how he should report this to the Guard's boss when day broke, and he was experiencing at the same time the fear that one of his own sons could, or might come down the trail headed for the restroom.
"Oh God!", he thought. "Oh God do not let either of the boys come down this way. Oh God! Do not let them come up on this!"
"Hey Ron, or whatever your name is," Mike said lowly. "I've got some son's back at the campsite and I really do not want them seeing this. Please, if we think somebody is coming from that direction, can we stop this crap immediately? Please, I really do not want them seeing me with my dick in some guy's mouth. OK?"
"Oh don't worry about that happening!" Ron replied.
"Don't worry about it happening?" Mike very anxiously asked! "Why in the hell couldn't it happen. I had to go take a piss in the middle of the night, and hell one of them might have to too!"
"Hey, my Mr. Daddy Man. We already know about your boys, and we have a watchout set up for just in-case, one of them happens to head this way. You just listen for some weird sounding bird off in the distance and when you hear that bird, then you grab your shorts and start acting like nothing is happening."
"What?" Mike immediately responded. "What,-- there is somebody else aware of this beside just you two?"
"Oh hell yes!" Ron replied. "Hey man, how in the hell do you think we happened to be here at the old stone wall bridge just as you just happened to be returning back to your tent? Yea-man! Sure, we have a watchout, and it's the boss-man, so I know whenever we are doing this, that I'm not going to get in any trouble. We all keep our eyes open for the hottest guy in camp, and then we, go for the 'game'. This week-end you have been the 'game', but this is the first time since you pulled in when any of us could pull you off to the side, --so to say. Damn, I guess when that park supervisor visited your campsite earlier tonight and just happened to have some extra, but kind of warm beer with him, that turned out to be a pretty good move, didn't it? Kind of made you need to piss a little later, didn't it?"
"Oh shit!" Mike said. "I have to admit I wondered why a park guard would come by and offer a camper a beer and then keep giving it to him for a long as he could. So he is another one of your, "group", I guess I could call it?"
"Oh hell yea Daddy. Every guard and every supervisor at this campground is a member. A couple of the older guys, like the ones your age, are married guys, but after they found out what was going on, and they then had a chance to try it out for themselves, they became some of our main organizers. Didn't you notice when you checked in about the way you were personally checked out by the gate guard, and then told what camping site to use? Hey man, you ought to know that we don't usually ask the driver to get out of his car and come into the office so that we can show him where his campsite is on the map. He wanted to see you! He wanted to make sure you were as hot looking, out of the car, as you looked like sitting in it. Hell, you became 'game' just as soon as you came though that gate with your cute, little, cut-offs, that tight little red tank-top shirt and those chest and arm muscles, hanging on you---of course you became the 'game'. We all knew you were here, and a whole lot about you, within about 20 minutes. The word does spread quickly, you know. And especially when something like you walks in. Remember man, this is our last big week-end of the year, and we were all real anxious for some hot and hunky stuff, and man, you are it!"
"Don't you worry about the boys. We are only into hot and hunky, good looking, muscular type, of Daddies. The kind that we know we can meet up with someplace other than here. After the camp closes for the winter, we still like to have our sessions. Right now we have organized a city group of about 24 or 25 "former" campers that get together in town quite often. Right now, we are really hopeing that you will become our newest member!"
"Tommy, how's it going down there, man?" Rod asked.
Tommy pulled off, looked up toward Ron and replied, "Well man! Look for yourself! This damn thing has just become just about the largest one that we have found this summer. I was listening to you and I noticed that when you talked about his tank-top and his muscles, that is when this thing really came to life. I think our new man likes to be admired like that! Got to go man, I've got a rod to suck on down here man!"
Tommy resumed his actions on Mike's Daddy dick, and Ron continued to just act as if they were simply in conversation, and continued to keep an eye out for any other campers that could happen to be out at this hour.
Mike's first gay suck off was turning out to be a much more exciting experience than he ever could have imagined it could or would be. As he continued to rather offer his rod to Tommy's mouth, he started to actually realize that this was really much more enjoyable than what he could have expected. He lost the fear of what-if somebody came down the trail, Ron's explanation of somebody being on the watch-out apparently had satisfied his fears of being caught. He consciously realized that he liked what was going on, even though only a few minutes ago he could have never ever thought that anything like this could happen in a public campgrounds. He grabbed Tommy's head and pulled it toward his crotch.
"Hey man!" Mike almost kind of yelled. "Hey man! I'm going to shoot my wad, man. You had better get off, I'm about ready to shoot!"
Ron placed his hand on Mike's shoulder and said, "Don't worry Daddy, he wants your cum. He wants it badly. He won our little contest to see who gets to eat it, and he was the winner, so don't disappoint him now! Let him have his prize. Load him up, Daddy!"
"Oh Shit man! Oh Shit, I'm cuming man!" Mike groaned and moaned as he held Tommy's head up close and tight to his crotch. Oh shit man! Oh God, I never knew shooting off in a guy's mouth was this damn hot! Oh shit, man! Oh Man! Damn! Oh God guy! Hey right now I don't care who knows that this happened. Right now I am feeling so damn good that I just don't care. Men, when can we do this again? Oh man, that felt so damn good!"
Tommy pulled off of the newly cummed dick, and licked the sides and the end of it clean. He then looked up at Mike and said, "Hey man, you are standing her in the park with no pants on! Pull your pants up before I have to arrest you for indecent exposure, and then throw you in the campground jail for the night."
Grinning and kind of laughing, knowing that there was no campground jail, Mike then replied. "Oh man! If you will do me some more like that when I am in jail, arrest me! Take me. Handcuff me, just make sure you suck on me too!"
Ron then asked. "So, I assume that, yes, we can count you in as our newest member of the Campgrounds City Guys Club?"
"Yes,-- yea I think maybe I should be one of your new members, guys! You guys showed me something here that I never knew before. I kind of think you did what you might have set out to do. And that is, teach me how to enjoy some different stuff in life."
Then with a big grin on his face he continued to ask, "Or, did you guys just want some fresh meat to play with? OK. What do I do? Like tell me where, when and that stuff."
"Oh Mike, " Ron said, calling him by name for the very first time. "Remember I already told you we know a lot about you? We have campground registration forms available to us, and I am sure you will just happen to be getting a phone call very soon from a mysterious person that you will automatically know is somebody connected to us. Don't worry, only you will understand the "funny" message that he will leave, if the two of you can not talk openly.
"You're checked in for two more nights here. You just make sure you drink a lot of warm beer while you are still here! Hear me?" Ron said and asked.
"Now pull those cute little gym shorts up on that hot ass of yours, and get back to your tent. I'm sure Joyce is wondering just how long of a piss you are taking down here!"