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Camping Out PT 5
I wake up later in the day—about 3:00 or so to a scorching tent. Must have been a hundred degrees in here, sweat pouring from my pits and ass. The smell of my unwiped hairy crack smelled like a pig trough. Damm—I gotta go shower up now. Exiting the tent I see one of the quads sitting near by. Pointing at it, and glancing over at Blankinship, he replies “ya—there’s only 5 out riding right now.
I walk near by him, heading for the quad, and he exclaims—kinda loudly actually, “God damm homie you stink”!. I just flash him a grin, remembering why, and reply “ya”.
Riding up to the bath house and entering, it’s already full of steam. Excellent. There are three others in there, none of them our b o y s. Quickly sudsing up the crack, I work the lather into the dried up muck in the hairs. Tilting my head back into the shower head, I wash the filth from my hair as well, but I leave the pits alone. Not messing up 4 days worth of funk there 🙂
The sensations started my dick and balls to swell, and in just a few moments I was now hanging ‘half way to my knee’. With my coy peripheral vision, I detect a few glances from the other three in the shower. I just continue on non chalantly like I didn’t notice. The three finish up about the same time, and began toweling off, finally dressing and leaving the bath house. I did detect one of them taking a quick glance back as he walked through the entrance. Giving a few seconds, I quickly rinse off, and walk to the entrance to catch a glimpse of what they were driving, and which direction they went, for future references 🙂
Back into the shower to spend a few more minutes of the powerful jets blasting the muscles of my back, I hear a couple of quads pulling up. In walks Dustin and Johnny, covered in so much mud you could hardly recognize them. Removing their helmets, they head straight for the shower heads. Dustin turns on two more, and bursa escort the two b o y s slide under them to wash the mud from their riding gear. After a couple of minutes they remove their jerseys and chest protectors.
Johnny mutters to Dustin “ ur brother’s a fuckin GOD”. Dustin flashes a smile and just replies “yup”. Johnny continues “His balls must be hangin 3” yo” ! Again, Dustin returns his best Elvis smirk, “Ya—you can feel them slapping against ur balls when he’s fucking you”. Johnny’s eye’s widen, and his jaw drops. Dustin just grins again. “Wanna see”? Johnny’s whole face lights up now in dis-belief.
“Yo Matthew—busted a nut today yet”? Dustin asks me mischievously. Flashing a grin I reply “Not sense about 5:00 this morning”. With that Dustin walks over in front of me, and placing his out stretched palm on my chest pushes me back to the wall. Still clad in his now soaked moto pants and boots, he drops to his knees and swallows me down. The powerful suction and flexing throat muscles of lil bro’s excellent cock sucking skills has me boned up in a matter of seconds. Letting out a low groan, and grabbing lil bro by the back of his head, I plunge my whole 9” fuck stick down his throat. Dustin grabs me around the waist, and begins going up and down my shaft—all the way up to the piss slit, then all the way down to the pubes. His throat was as good as any pussy around, and he started swirling his tongue around the head, causing it to swell out in a perfect mushroom shape.
I continue slightly moaning under my breath as lil bro continues the worship of his big bro’s cock. Suddenly he comes off, and reaching for the bottle of shampoo, drips a long stream into his ass crack as he bends forward. Tossing the bottle to the floor, and placing his palms flat on the floor, he just says “Do me bro—do me hard”!
Johnny now has ‘fallen’ against the wall, with his mouth now fully open in dis-belief, bursa escort bayan but yet grabbing his own dick and balls. B o y was boned up pretty good himself—I guessed about 8”. Skinny runt type, virtually no muscle, what I referred to as ‘all dick n feet’. I could see why Dustin liked fucking him.
Grabbing bro by the waist, I plunge my 9” fuck stick into his tite teenage hole. Dustin lets out a yelp. But I immediately go into a jackhammer plowing of his guts. He loved it rough, and I always pleased. Johnny has now slid down the wall, and is seated on the floor, with the shower head now raining down on top of him.
I continue slamming my lil bro’s ass, and after just a few I feel the abs start to tighten up. The sound of more quads pulling up startles me—oh fuck. With three rapid slams, I unload in lil bro’s ass. Continuing the onslaught, I blast about 7 shots of my heavy load into lil bro’s guts. He lets out a sustained ‘ahhhh’, just as two more boy’s walk in. It’s Ray and Clay, the same two that were in the showers the morning before when I got Riley’s ass. They stopped in their tracks, and Ray just says “Ahh jeez Dillon—ur own fuckin
b r o t h e r”?
Dustin jumps straight up and looking at Ray and Clay, just says “Ya want some—it’s lubed up” ? Ray and Clay both shake their heads back and forth, with Clay slapping his hand against his forehead. “Come on bro—we gotta jet”.
About this same time, Johnny lets out a cry like a Banshee. Everyone looks over at him, just in time to see him volley 11 shots from his face to his belly. I SWEAR—it was 11 fuckin shots—I counted. I never seen so much junk come from one dude’s dick—not my own massive loads, not even in porn. He nutted forever ! All the while sinking further down onto the floor, until he was flat out on his back. Finally spent he started trembling, the orgasm was so intense. Ray and Clay just turned and left, me and lil escort bursa bro are just standing there in awe at the massive flood now covering his torso. Dustin softly mutters “Holy Fuck”. I am totally speechless.
We all finally get our whits back, and Dustin and Johnny depart the bath house. I slide into some sweats, and flip flops and head back to camp as well.
Back at camp taking a seat at one of the tables, Blankenship walks up with a hot cup of coffee. “Thanx bro” I smile at him. He too was one of the more straighter dudes at camp, but I would do him with half a chance.
Ray and Clay walk up to me and take a seat at the table with me. “Bro—can we talk”?
“Well, or course dawgs”. “Man, look—it’s like this. We know what goes on up here. We understand, it’s just a blow off steam thing before school starts back. Me and Clay are
b r o t h e r s too ya know, (the TWINS) but I swear Dillon—we have never even jacked off together. It’s just not our thing. Now, don’t get me wrong—we still love you guys n shit, but this makes two days in a row now we had ya’lls ‘fun’ in our faces, and we just can’t deal with it. So, we’re gonna jet. We got some cousins over at Austin that will come pick us up. We don’t got any problem leaving our quads so the others can still have a good time, but we just gotta go dawg. I hope this doesn’t hurt our friendship”.
I paused for a moment, taking another sip of coffee. “I hope it doesn’t hurt our friendship as well, dudes. It’s my fault yo—I let this shit get outta hand. It’s sposed to be low key, and not talked about. Like you said—this is actually the third time this week somebody has been seen in the bath house doin stuff—and this morning it wasn’t even our own people. But—do what ya gotta do dawgs. I’ll see ya’s Monday”.
The two nodded and went back to their tent to pack up their gear. Dustin and Johnny have now come up and joined me. “What was that about bro”? Asks Dustin. “Ahhh, nothing”.
“Hey Matthew”? “Ya Johnny, what”? “Could you fuck me like that—like you did Dustin”? I just roll my eyes.
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