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Day 3, Part 1 Chris woke to Colin marking his back from the fuck the night before. "On your knees outside the tent. I want a blowjob" Colin said pushing Chris's shoulder until he was fully awake. Chris crawled out of the tent and assumed his position on his knees, waiting for Colin to come out. Colin waited a few minutes, wanting to make sure everyone saw Chris on his knees, waiting for him, and then came out of the tent pulling his shorts down. "Suck, faggot" Colin commanded. Chris wasn't sure how he wanted to handle this, but in the end decided to give Colin the best head he had ever had. While he knew it was going to be a lot of work, he was going to edge Colin for a while until his balls hurt. He sucked his cock, sucked and licked his balls, nursed on the head, deepthroated, lapped at his cock and did whatever he could to get Colin close and then backed way off. He saw the other guys in the distance watching him suck at first. The longer he went the closer everyone came until they were circled around him. A few were stroking but most were enjoying Chris torture Colin without him realizing it. Chris knew that Colin wasn't used to anyone spending this much time sucking him and rather than facefuck Chris to get off, he just let the blowjob keep going at Chris's pace. After 30 minutes, Chris got him close again and then leaned back and stood up. "My jaw is sore. I'm done" Chris said as he walked over to the water's edge and started to piss. He heard several of the guys laugh. "Get the fuck back here and finish the job!" Colin yelled out. Chris just kept pissing out the end of the cock cage. His dick was pretty ripe by now and while he had been told no one was allowed to bathe, he walked into the water until he was waist deep and let the water run by for a minute. "You just said you wanted me to suck. It's up to you to shoot" Chris said, almost laughing. Walking back toward the tent he could see the pained look on Colin's face. He was thinking about just stroking him and watching him shoot his load on to the sand, but he remembered Ken's instructions on the first day - no wasted loads. Chris got back on his knees and started to suck his cock again, this time making sure that he emptied his balls down his throat. The group ate breakfast and Chris kept waiting to be told to get ready to be fucked again. They cleaned up the campsite and Ken told everyone to pack up and get everything in the canoes. As Chris put the last of their stuff in the canoe, Ken came up and put his arm around Chris. "No morning breeding today, just make sure you get at least one load from everyone during the day" Ken said. Chris nodded and pushed the canoe into the water and got in. They paddled slowly downriver for a while as a group and then a few guys took off. Chris and Colin were following Steve, his son, Ken and Les. An hour later Chris saw Les wave them toward the shore.

Day 2, Part 5 "Where the fuck have you guys been?" Steve yelled out. "Doing what we're supposed to be doing fucking... paddling" Eric yelled back. They hurried to get unloaded and set up. The sun went down and everyone was seated around the fire eating dinner. The whiskey came out again and everyone chilled and talked. Ken looked over at Chris sitting naked in his camp chair and asked "how many are you missing to get two from everyone?" "Six, sir" Chris replied. "Well, you know what you need to do then before we crash for the night" Ken said. "Yes, I do" Chris answered. PJ was the first to get up and tap Chris on the shoulder. They went to the opposite side of the fire so everyone could watch. Chris got on all fours and PJ slid his cock in. He fucked for about five minutes and then grunted and groaned. Chris couldn't feel anything and it seemed different to the other times PJ had bred him. PJ started to fuck again and they heard the other guys yell out "Yeah, give him another dose!" and "Breed him again!" PJ continued on a little longer than the first time and then growled louder and slammed in. Chris could feel PJ's cock throb in his hole, unlike the first time. PJ fumbled around looking for his shorts, pulling out a marker and adding two to Chris's back. Chris then remembered PJ's forbidden fuck from the night before and understood the fake orgasm and two marks. Chris waited on his knees and slowly one by one Danny, then Andy, Steve, Ken and Les took their turns. Just as he was getting up to go to his tent, Billy walked up and said "Not so fast." He kneeled down and put his arm around Chris's chest before Billy humped his dripping ass. Chris pushed his ass back and snagged Billy's cock and it easily pushed inside. "You fuckin' slut" Billy said and Chris just moaned. They stood there, Billy pumping his cock in and out for several minutes until he picked up the pace. A few thrusts later and Billy's body shook while his cock pumped another load of cum into Chris's unprotected ass. One more mark got added to Chris's back and Chris heard a few comments from the rest of the guys "Fuck, that was hot", "Damn, he's a greedy bottom" and one he didn't understand completely "He's done now." Later, the guys headed towards their tents and as soon as Chris was inside, Colin said "Face down, faggot." Chris laid down on his sleeping bag and pushed his ass up, knowing what Colin wanted. He prepared himself for another lame fuck and Colin gave it. While his ass was sore and tired, Chris worked it around Colin's cock. Once again, he got Colin to shoot before Colin wanted and felt a slap across his head. "Asshole!" Colin yelled before he pulled his softening cock out and rolled over to his sleeping bag and fell asleep. Marks on Chris's back: ///X ///X ///X ///X //// (24)

Day 2, Part 4 "You havin fun?" Billy asked as Chris took a swig of his beer. "Hell, yeah. After two long term monogamous relationships its kinda nice being a total slut. I really wish I could fuck too, but I know the rules and its only for a few more days. I feel bad for the first few guys I fuck when I get back. I'm gonna pound them silly before I flood their guts" Chris said. His words surprised him but it was how he felt and he liked his new freedom. PJ laughed and said "They won't know what hit them." "Two more?" Chris said as he got up and walked the few feet over to their canoe. "Beers? Sure" Billy replied. "No. Loads" Chris answered back with a grin. Billy and Eric laughed and got up, pulling their shorts off and stroking their cocks. Chris bent over the side of the canoe and two took turns fucking Chris's ass. They would each fuck a couple minutes and then pull off letting the other fuck. A half dozen swaps later and Eric was the first to pump his load in. Billy took over and leaned over Chris's back. He slammed in and added his hot load to Chris's battered cunt. Billy whispered into Chris's ear "You must really want it bad. We've never had a newbie so eager to get fucked." "Well, I'm gay. It's what we do" Chris said with a chuckle, pulling up his shorts and heading back to his canoe. "Finally" Colin said, exasperated. They all got in their canoes and tried to catch up to the rest of the guys. Almost two hours later, they spotted the rest of their group on a large sandbar with a big campfire burning.

Day 2, Part 3 "Fuck, that was wild. I've never done anything like that" Chris said, looking down and seeing the damp spot in the sand where his dick had been drooling precum from the cage and a much larger one where the cum that had been forced out of his ass. Colin slowly got to his feet, swearing with each step as he made his way back to the tent. They took down their tents, killed the campfire and cleaned up the site before hopping in the canoes and paddling downstream. Colin hadn't said anything to Chris and a chill hung over their canoe. Chris had no problems throwing Colin under the bus. He hoped to never see Colin again after the trip. He wasn't a nice guy and didn't seem to respect Chris at all. They paddled for another hour and then Colin jerked the canoe toward the shore. Chris had downed three beers since they got back on the river and almost fell out of the canoe from the sudden turn. They beached the canoe and Colin bounded out of the back of the canoe and pulled Chris out as he went by. "Look motherfucker, I'm on this trip to fuck. I did my time being everyone's bitch last year. I don't appreciate you lying to everyone and making me look bad. Now bend over and I'm gonna make sure that ass is knocked up!" Chris's shorts were soaked with the cum that had leaked out while they had paddled downriver. He pushed them off and grabbed the bow of the canoe, spreading his legs for what he expected to be a rough, bad fuck. Colin jabbed his fingers into Chris's swollen cunt and twisted them around roughly. Chris grimaced and stifled his cries of pain, not wanting Colin to get any satisfaction from it. Colin pulled his fingers out and stuffed them in Chris's mouth, forcing him to taste the cum mixture. He shoved his cock in and hammered away. Chris may have tightened up in the couple hours since his last fucking, but he quickly opened back up for Colin's dick. Chris just stood there, getting fucked by Colin and watching the other canoes go past. PJ saw them and waved, giving out a loud cat-call. Finally, he heard Colin groan and stop fucking. His ass was so sloppy and sore Chris doubted he could feel Colin shoot inside him or even his cock pulse. After Colin pulled out he felt him put two marks on his back. "That's for this morning and just now" Colin growled out. Chris pulled on his board shorts and waited for Colin to get into the back of the canoe. He pushed the canoe back into the water and hopped in, not saying a word. Chris had a grin on his face, though. He knew the way to get a good fuck out of Colin was to piss him off. After another hour of slowly paddling downstream, Chris spotted Billy and Eric off on another sandbar. They were just sitting in the sand, drinking beer. Chris guided the canoe over, hearing Colin mutter "What the fuck?" They pulled the canoe up on the sand and got out, joining the other two. Colin was off to the side, drinking alone while Chris sat down between Billy and Eric.

Day 2, Part 2 The two fucked quickly, knowing they had to get eight guys to fuck the pair and get on the river soon. Steve grunted and slammed into Chris, pumping him full of his saved up cum. Chris cried out "Yeah! Breed me good!" Steve pulled out with Andy moving over and shoving into Chris's dripping hole. Eric thrust his cock into Colin while Andy hammered Chris for a few seconds before shooting his load into Chris. Eric pulled out of Colin, slapping his ass before he replaced Andy in Chris's hole. Eric pumped his dick into Chris and Billy slammed into Colin, making him scream out. After dropping his load in, Billy took Eric's place and fucked Chris. "Gawd that hole feels good" Billy said as he drilled Chris's cum filled hole. Billy finished off inside Chris as Colin stood there empty and quivering. With Billy out of the way, Danny and PJ kneeled down and pushed their cocks into Chris and Colin at the same time. They got different experiences. Chris's hole was flooded with cum and Colin just had a little bit of spit and precum in him. Chris was moaning and loving being a total slut for a change while Colin scowled and cursed. Chris thought it was odd that none of the guys was very vocal during their fucks since they yelled out a lot watching Colin fuck him the night before. Danny flooded Chris with another load, pulling out and letting PJ dump his load in next. "Saved the hottest for last" Ken said before giving out a hearty laugh. Chris tried to figure out what he meant as yet another cock plowed into his gaping, sloppy hole. Chris didn't think he was hot in the classic sense but everyone has different attractions. Was he being self deprecating? Boastful? Cocky? He would find out exactly what Ken meant a few days later. Ken thrust into Chris with hard strokes before slowly pulling out and thrusting again. He was churning up all of the loads still inside Chris. Les was pounding Colin mercilessly who was just whimpering, unable to stop the onslaught. Ken growled loudly, scaring a flock of birds resting on the beach nearby, as he dumped his seed into Chris's gut. Les pushed his partner out of the way since he was right on the edge of cumming. Two firm thrusts and Les's balls were pumping his DNA into Chris's hole. Ken looked at Steve and said "You still got Colin" and Steve replied "Nah, I'm good." Ken chuckled while he untied the two bottoms and slowly Chris stood up. Ken walked up behind him and added eight hash marks to his back. "Thanks, I'm lookin' forward to tagging that ass again" Ken whispered into Chris's ear.

Day 2, Part 1 Chris woke to Colin trying to shove his cock into Chris’ ass. They were both on their sides and Colin was more successful fucking Chris than the night before. Chris’ hole still had some cum in it from the three fucks last night and with Colin sober and rested his cock was properly rigid. He drilled in and out until he could feel the cum rising. Colin gave four strong thrusts and then Chris could feel the load fill him up. The two got out of the tent and went out to huddle next to the campfire in the cool, damp morning air. Slowly everyone came out of their tents and were standing around the fire. With the sun rising higher in the sky, the temperature rose and by the time they finished breakfast, the guys were back to just wearing shorts. Once everything was cleaned up again, Ken walked up to Chris and turned him around. "Colin! Get over here!" Ken barked out. Colin came scrambling over, looking nervous. "Four fucking marks? That's it? He should have at least six and probably eight by now. What the fuck have you been doing?" Ken said loudly, clearly agitated with Colin's lack of performance. "I... Uh... I forgot to put the last one on there this morning... and maybe I forgot one yesterday" Colin replied, sweat dripping off his face. "Is that true, newbie?" Ken asked Chris, subtly shaking his head 'no'. "I was pretty drunk most of yesterday. I don't remember more than four" Chris replied with a slight grin. "Well, shit. I guess we're gonna have to do your work for you, Colin" Ken said, the disgust was clear in his voice. He called everyone in and said "Guys, Chris is not getting enough loads. We're all going to have to give him at least two today to make up for Colin's laziness. Put both of them over the canoe and fuck em. Newbie gets the cum, though." Chris and Colin were led over to the canoes, Chris going willingly and Colin being pushed. Chris sunk to his knees and laid over the upside-down canoe, preparing himself for a quick gangbang next to his "mentor". Billy pushed Colin to his knees and then bent him over next to Chris. Les tied Chris's hands together, looped the rope around the yoke and then tied the other end around Colin's wrists. Steve lined up behind Chris and his son Andy was behind Colin. "I've been waiting for this all week" Steve said to Chris before plunging into his cum filled hole. "Damn, dry as a bone" Steve called out before chuckling quietly. "Fuck. Open up, Colin. Have you been getting fucked at all since last year's trip? You're as tight as when I popped your cherry last year" Andy said loudly.

We woke about an hour later and crawled out of the tent. "Feelin' better?" I asked Louis. He smiled back at me and said "Yeah, much better. "How about we go for a short ride?" I asked. Louis looked back at me curiously. "Just a ride" I said to him. We grabbed our stuff and headed toward the bikes. There were a lot of eyes watching where we headed and I'm sure more than a few sighed in relief when we got to our bikes. There was a guy kneeling next to one of the big Harley tourers, polishing it. "Hey, how's it going?" I asked. "Doin' good. How 'bout yourself?" the guy replied. He turned around and I looked him over. The biker was a tall skinny guy that was probably about 50. He was wearing some well worn jeans, no shirt, a leather vest with a bunch of patches on it and some engineer boots like Louis's, but with a lot more wear. He had a long braided ponytail with streaks of gray that reached past the middle of his back and a small patch of chest hair between his pecs with a little trail into his jeans. "Can't complain. Looks like another good day for a ride" I said back. The guy nodded back and stood, tucking his cleaning rag into the saddle bag. "Yeah it is. Was just about to head out for a little ride, want to join me?" the guy asked. Normally, I wouldn't say 'yes' since I like to be the one leading and in control. Something told me that this might be a good time to make an exception. I was only planning on being out a couple hours, so we could just break off whenever we wanted. "Uh, sure. You know some good winding roads around here?" I answered. The guy chuckled and said "More than a few. Been around here my whole life. By the way, my name is John, but my friends call me Hawk." "Good to meet you Hawk. I'm Ryan and this is my friend Louis. Lead the way" I replied. We all fired our bikes up and pulled back on to the highway. Hawk started out a little slow and I was worried I had made a mistake. Just as I was tying to think of an excuse to go our own way, he picked up the pace. I realized as he kicked it up another notch he was a seasoned ride leader. He knew to slowly build up pace to see what the guys behind him were comfortable with. He was also a damn good rider. Hawk had that big hog dancing down the road, sparks flying off on some of the turns as he leaned it over and dragged the floorboards along the tarmac. I was enjoying the spirited ride and had no idea where we were or where we were headed. I looked back and saw Louis right on my tail, his opened jacket flapping in the wind. We pulled up to a stop sign and I noted the intersection - County Road C and County Road Y. Hawk motioned to the right and we took off down CR-Y. The road was narrow and must have been carved out of the forest by a really drunk bulldozer driver. There were lots of dips, hills, twists and turns that made it feel like we were on a rollercoaster. Hawk slowed down as we got to one of the few straight sections of road and pulled down a gravel road. The sign said "Towering Pines County Park" and we followed the road back about a quarter mile to a clearing with a few picnic tables and fire pits. A deer stood at the edge of the clearing and watched us ride in and when we got too close, took off into the forest. "Smoke break" Hawk said after we turned the bikes off. He pulled a pack of Reds out of his bike's trunk and lit one up. I pulled my jacket off and laid it on the bike and Louis did the same. The light breeze felt good against my sweaty skin as I pulled out a blunt from a baggie in my jacket pocket. "Nice ink... on both of you" Hawk said as he took a long drag on his cig and smiled back at us. "Thanks. That's actually where we met, at the tattoo shop" Louis said. He took the blunt from me and took a long hit, almost killing it. I was kind of surprised he did it, since he had told me before that he didn't drink when he rode. How much different was getting a little stoned? I looked around and I could see Hawk wanted to say something but was hesitating. "You guys really did a number on the guy and his son this morning. Thanks for putting that cocky sonofabitch in his place" Hawk said after a long pause. "Just taking advantage of the cuffs, Hawk. Besides, I always wanted to fuck a real dad and son" I replied with a chuckle. "He was a pain in the ass last night. He wanted to fuck anything that moved. Heard from a couple guys that he wasn't that good, either. At least I could escape and go home n fuck my ol' lady" Hawk said. "So you weren't part of the group that fucked us?" Louis asked. "Nah, that's not my thing. If I'm with a guy I want to be gettin drilled" Hawk said with a grin as he stubbed his cig out. I looked around and then rubbed my crotch "I think we can help you out with that" I said. Louis's eyes opened wide as I moved closer. Hawk kneeled down on the grass and reached up as I stood in front of him. He unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans and pulled them down a little. He buried his face in the pouch of my dirty jock, breathing in deep. "Oh fuck yeah" he said as he licked and bit on the fabric covering my cock. I wasn't sure what was soaking my jock's pouch more - his spit or my precum. He spent a few minutes like this before he pulled my stiff cock out of the pouch and began to suck. Louis stood back several feet and watched, first rubbing his cock through his jeans and then pulling it out and stroking. Hawk was no stranger to sucking dick and kept going down, deepthroating my cock with his nose buried in my rank jock. My cock was rock hard and it felt good in his throat but I wanted to fuck him too. I pulled my cock out of his mouth slowly and Hawk took my cock in his hand and slapped it on his face. I'm sure the PA hurt as it slapped his cheek, but he still looked up at me with a grin. I nodded my head toward Louis and he moved over on his knees to get closer to him. I bent over and reached under, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. When he took Louis' cock in his mouth, I tugged up on his hips and got him bent over. I pulled his jeans and underwear down and then off so all he was wearing was his leather vest. Kneeling down, I dragged my tongue up his cock, over his balls, along the taint to his puckered hole. I pulled his hairy butt cheeks apart, pushing my face in and breathing in his scent. I lapped around his hole and dug my tongue in, getting his ass, hole and my beard soaked in spit. You can tell when a guy loves having his ass eaten and Hawk seemed to be in heaven. Louis and I were taking turns pushing in deeper and while I heard lots of moaning, I also heard a few gags from Hawk. I gave Hawk's ass a few squeezes and then a slap on each one before I stood up behind him. I dragged my cock along his slick crack and pressed in. Hawk pulled off of Louis's cock and looked back at me. "Fuck all ya want, but don't cum on or in me. My ol' lady gets pissed when she smells cum on me" he said before swallowing Louis' cock again. I appreciated him telling me at the start, so I could pace myself. I would have liked to fuck to completion but I had to respect Hawk's needs to keep his other half happy. I pressed in and felt his hole swallow my cock. He even gave his ass a wiggle as I sunk in all the way. I slowly stroked my cock into his hole building up speed and length. Hawk was a good fuck, he knew how to work his ass but not overdo it. My pace slowed down as I felt I was getting close. After a few minutes of slow fucking, I gave a few hard shoves and then sped back up. I looked over and Louis had just opened his eyes. The grin on his face told me he was enjoying Hawk's mouth. I nodded with my head and he gently grabbed Hawk's head and stopped him before tilting his head up and said "Now it's my turn." I slowed down and then pulled out just as Louis walked up next to me. Hawk's hole was empty for only a few seconds and then Louis pushed in. I turned Hawk and Louis a little to the left and let Hawk brace himself on the picnic table. Louis plowed in and soon had a good pace going. The thrusts in were faster than his withdrawals but both he and Hawk were moaning, so they must have liked it. While I didn't cum in Hawk, I did leave a large amount of spit and precum inside him and you could hear the sounds of Louis' cock in his sloppy hole even over their moans. Louis kept getting more aggressive in his fuck and I hoped that he wouldn't go too far and shoot his load. Even worse, I hoped he didn't get to the point where he pulled out and left himself blue-balled. Louis slowed down as I saw a look in his face I had seen many times before. He leaned over, laying on Hawk's back and giving his hips a few more thrusts. I heard him whisper "Thanks, that's one hot ass you have." Louis pulled Hawk up with him as he stood, holding him tight for a few moments before he let him go. We stood there looking at each other with huge grins until I broke the silence with "That was one damn good smoke break." We pulled up our jeans and headed back to our bikes. I took a few gulps from a water bottle before tossing it to Louis to finish off. With the bikes fired up we followed Hawk down a few more twisty roads until we ended up back at the campground. Our three bikes rolled inside to our old parking spots and we turned them off. I got off my bike and made sure it was stable on the dirt before walking over to Hawk. I slapped him on the back and squeezed his shoulder. "Thank's man. That was an awesome ride" I told him and Louis nodded, giving him a fist bump. Louis and I walked back to our tent to drop off our gear. As we got there I asked "How's your balls?" Louis laughed and said "A bit sore." "I guess you should do something about that. Got any ideas who?" I asked. Louis just grinned at me and headed down the path.

Day 1, Pt 8 Chris did as he was told and felt two fingers probing his hole. The last load from Colin was still in there but the other two had been absorbed hours earlier. PJ rubbed the tip of his fat seven incher over Chris’ hole and then pushed in. Chris took a deep breath as the shaft stretched his hole open. PJ’s cock was an inch longer and fifty percent thicker than Colin’s and that had been the only cock in him for at least a month. Once Chris got used to the thickness, he really liked how PJ fucked. He had a confidence in his strokes and would speed up and slow down based on how close he got to shooting. After a good twenty minutes, a whistle came from the campfire area and PJ started hammering Chris’ ass. Less than thirty seconds later he shoved in and pumped a huge load into Chris’ guts. He pulled out and said “suck me, quick.” Chris quickly turned around and took the cum covered cock into his mouth. PJ started to face fuck Chris just as Ken walked up. “Whatcha doing back here?” Ken asked. “Just getting some head. We didn’t want to wake up Colin and I like gagging the motherfucker” PJ replied. On cue, Chris went down all the way and faked gagging. “OK. Just remember the rules. Tomorrow you can fuck his brains out, not tonight” Ken said as he walked back to the campfire. Once Ken was far enough away, PJ let go of Chris’ head and smiled down at him. “Thanks for covering for me, bud. And the fuck too” PJ said quietly. He pulled Chris to his feet and hugged him from behind, whispering in Chris’ ear “It might be premature, but welcome to the club.” The group slowly came back to sit around the fire. They drank some more and then started to drift off to their tents. Eric walked up to Colin and gave him a stiff nudge. “You gonna take care of your newbie or do you want to sleep and let us to do it for you?” Eric said. “Fuck no” Colin said wearily. He called Chris over and the two disappeared inside their tent. Colin rolled Chris on to his stomach and straddled him. He stroked his cock for a few minutes trying to get it hard enough to fuck. He finally stuffed it into Chris’ hole muttering “Damn, I gave you a huge load last time.” Chris thought “This is almost as bad as the first fuck” as Colin plowed into his sloppy hole. After a few more minutes, Colin shoved in and groaned. Chris wasn’t sure if Colin actually came or just faked it for everyone else. He got the marker out of his shorts and added another tick to Chris’ shoulder and then rolled over on to his sleeping bag. Marks on Chris's back: ////

Day 1, Part 7 Chris and Colin continued down the river and came across the other four canoes on the shore of a large sandbar. They beached their canoe and hauled it up on the sandbar next to the others. The two unpacked their gear, setting up their tent at the end of the semi-circle of tents. Ken walked up and put his arm around Chris. “Newbies stay naked at night. It gives the rest of the guys something to look forward to” Ken said. Chris didn’t have a problem with that, he liked to be naked whenever he could. He pulled off his swim shorts and tossed them inside the tent. Danny and PJ took care of the cooking duties and Eric and Billy cleaned up. With everyone done with chores, they sat around the fire passing the whiskey bottle around and sharing some pot. “Colin, why don’t you fuck the newbie next to the fire so we can watch” Steve said. Chris rolled his eyes, wondering which Colin was going to fuck him - the bad fuck trying to show off or the good fuck. The alcohol and weed had relaxed Colin enough that he spent all his time concentrating on the sex instead of everyone watching them. Chris liked this fuck the best of the three he’d had so far. He was fucking himself back on Colin’s dick. Chris heard comments from the other guys. It sounded like they were cheering them on, but a few comments he didn’t understand. “Breed the newbie!” made lots of sense but “Give him another dose” seemed odd. “Fill his cunt up” he liked but “knock the bitch up” was too harsh, he thought. “Plant that seed deep” was also an expected comment, but “Mark his guts with your DNA forever” just seemed strange. Colin pounded harder and pushed Chris’s face into the sand. After a few fast strokes, Colin pushed his cock in deep and started to shoot. Chris squeezed his hole around Colin’s shaft, milking all the cum out that he could. “You’re mine, now” Colin said as he slapped Chris’ ass. Colin pulled out the marker from his shorts and added a third mark to Chris’ shoulder. Colin went back to his chair and plopped down, while Chris just stayed on all fours for everyone to see. He was embracing his role as the trip cumdump and was looking forward to the next few days when he could get all of the other guys to fuck him. Guys were pairing off and disappearing and Chris could hear grunts and groans nearby. He finally sat down on the sand and drank a beer that PJ had brought to him. He looked over and Colin was sound asleep in his chair. PJ and Danny were talking quietly to each other and Chris knew they were planning something. PJ got up and walked over to Chris. “If I can’t fuck you today and your keeper is passed out, the least you can do is suck me off” PJ said. Chris thought the way he said it sounded fake, but sucking a hot guy’s cock was better than just sitting there. Chris got up and followed PJ a little ways away next to the water. PJ stopped and turned around and Chris kneeled down in front of him. He fished PJ’s cock out and started to suck. It was already half hard and in no time at all, it was fully stiff. After a few minutes of sucking, PJ put his hands on each side of Chris’ face and stopped him. He leaned over and said in a whisper “Be very quiet. If I get caught, I’m going to pay big time. Now, turn around and bend over.”

Like some of the others, I never made it through the night. It doesn't take much movement for a soft cock to come out of a hole. It feels great to fall asleep plugged with a cock. I'm going to try the pillow trick, that might work.

Day 1, Pt 6 The three canoes meandered down the river. There didn’t seem to be any urgency to get somewhere and Chris realized why they were taking four days to do what the sign at the canoe rental place said was a two day run. After an hour, they passed another sandbar and there was a canoe beached on the shore. Chris looked around and saw PJ’s head poking above the weeds. He steered the canoe to the side to get a better look and soon saw Danny bent over, taking PJ’s cock in his thick ass. Chris heard PJ yell out “I’m breeding that ____ ass.” He couldn’t hear the one word since a bird let out a loud squawk, but wondered what it was - Hot? Hungry? Tight? With the show over, Chris and Colin paddled down the river until they came across Ken and Les on another sandbar. Chris liked watching the older guys fuck with the energy of much younger guys. Les was pounding his partner and it seemed that Ken was fucking back too. Once again there was a noise that obscured some of what Les said, this time it was a splash from Colin’s paddle. Chris thought it sounded like “Take that fuckin hot seed” but thought there might be another syllable. Another hour down the river, the beer had taken its toll and needed an escape. Colin steered over toward the shallow part of the river and beached the canoe on the sand. “You drink piss, faggot?” Colin asked. “Nah, never tried it” Chris replied. “Now’s the time, then. On your knees in the river and hold on to the canoe or you’re swimming after it.” Chris climbed out of the canoe and kneeled down in the shallow water. Holding on to the canoe with one hand, he watched Colin approach and pull down the front of his shorts. Chris opened his mouth and looked up at Colin who had a devilish grin on his face. Chris had see it done in porn and had wondered what it was like. Now was his chance. Colin started to pee and as the stream got stronger he aimed it at Chris’ head. Some hit his mouth and some covered his face. Chris tried to swallow what he could get in his mouth but realized he really preferred to feel it cascade over his body. He dropped his head and felt the piss soak his hair and then dribble down his body into the river. Again, his cock started to stiffen and fill the cage. He gritted his teeth and willed his cock to soften. When the stream ended, Chris heard clapping and looked up to see Ken and Les clapping their approval. “Good job, boys” they said and then headed downriver.

Day 1, Pt 5 They paddled downstream about an hour and Colin called from the back of the canoe “take a left after the next sandbar.” They turned after the end of the sand bar, then across the river and then back upstream on the other side. Chris saw two canoes beached on an inlet and two guys were bent over one canoe. Chris looked closer and one was Steve’s son Andy and the other was his co-worker Eric. Andy was a few inches shorter than Chris and was thin with medium length wavy light brown hair. As they got closer, Chris noticed his pale body was smooth with no hair on it that he could see and he had a nice firm butt. A decent sized cock hung between his legs. Eric was a contrast to Andy. He had darker skin from his Filipino heritage and was nearing six foot tall. His pecs were covered in a trimmed layer of fur that lead down to his plump seven inches of cock. He was nicely muscled from working in the warehouse lifting boxes all day. His friend Billy was a redneck and looked the part. He was tall and lanky with a mop of blond hair and several bad tattoos scattered over his arms. The baggy shorts hid his best asset - nine inches of thin, veiny cock. “You see those guys? Take your position. I’ll take care of the canoe” Colin told Chris. Chris got out of the canoe and walked through the shallow water over to Steve and Andy’s canoe. He pulled off his shorts and grabbed the gunnel, bending over and then looking down the canoe at Andy and Eric. Andy looked at him and winked as his dad walked up behind him and kneeled. Chris was aroused watching Steve start to eat out his son's ass but then his cock filled the cage and the pain started again. He bent over a bit further and saw Billy spit on Eric’s ass a few times and then plunged his cock deep inside. From the ease that Eric took Billy's long cock he figured that Eric had taken it dozens of times before. Colin walked up behind Chris and said “You’re gonna pay for earlier.” Chris prepared for another bad fuck and relaxed his hole. Colin spit on his butt, most of the saliva missing Chris’s pucker and then rubbed some spit on his cock. He pushed into Chris’s waiting hole and soon was all the way in. “This is much better than last time. Maybe he was trying to show off, since he had an audience” Chris thought. Chris started to enjoy Colin plowing his bare cock into his hole, churning up the cum from their last fuck. He looked over and watched Steve drill his son’s ass and Andy beg “Fuck me harder” and “Breed my ass, dad.” Further down he could hear grunting and groaning from Billy and Eric, but couldn’t see them fuck, which he really wanted to. “Next time, get on the other side of the boat, stupid” Chris said to himself. Colin slowed his pace way down and then start to just thrust in hard and slowly pull back. Each thrust pushed the canoe away a few inches as Chris tried to steady himself. Next to them he heard Steve yell out “Fuuuck! Take daddy’s hot load Andy.” Further down, all he heard was Billy and Eric grunting louder than before. Colin slammed in one last time and Chris could feel his cock swell and then start to pulse. He felt the warmth of Colin’s load fill him up and thought “maybe Colin’s not such a bad fuck, after all.” Colin pulled his cock out, stood and started to walk back to the canoe telling Chris “You’re fucked now, faggot.” Chris put his shorts back on and walked over to the canoe. As he got there Colin said “Turn around, faggot. I need to mark your back.” As Chris stood there waiting for Colin to mark him, he felt the cum drip down his leg. It was a feeling that he hadn’t felt in a long time and it really excited him until he felt the cage dig into his expanding cock.

Day 1, Pt 4 “OK, men. Everyone knows the rules. The newbie is to be used by all of you at least once per day, after the first day. The newbie cannot refuse a request unless it is dangerous or he is otherwise busy. No one is to injure the newbie or prevent others from using the newbie. No cum is to be wasted, it must be shot inside, either orally or anally. And finally, have fun!” Ken said, the seriousness in his voice disappearing for the last sentence. They got up and headed back toward the canoes. Colin had other ideas, though. “Newbie. On your knees” Colin said. Chris looked back and realized that this was just the beginning. He pushed his shorts back off and got on all fours. A few of the other guys stopped to watch. Colin spit on Chris’ ass a couple times and then on his cock. He crouched down and forced his cock into Chris’ tight hole. Chris tried to relax, but Colin seemed to be as unskilled an ass fucker as he was a cocksucker. Finally, Colin’s cock popped inside. “More spit” Chris said and felt two more globs of spit hit his hole. Colin pulled out and shoved the spit inside, along with half of his six inch shaft. Colin sawed back and forth awkwardly and then began to pick up speed. Chris felt Colin’s hands grasp his hips and pull them back as he shoved forward. A few minutes later, Chris started to fuck himself back onto Colin’s cock. He kept waiting to hear or feel Colin getting close, but the awkward thrusting continued. After a few more minutes he gave a couple quick squeezes with his sphincter and felt Colin start to orgasm. “FUCK!” Colin screamed out as his cock started to shoot his seed into Chris’ hole. Colin pulled his cock out and pulled up his shorts. “I cum when I want to cum, newbie” Colin said. “Apparently not” Chris said as he stood up, sliding his shorts back up. He heard a few snickers from the guys that had watched him get fucked. “Hold still. I need to add my mark” Colin said, taking a sharpie out of his pocket and drawing a mark on Chris’ shoulder. Chris was surprised how being used as a bottom slut turned him on, but as his dick hardened, he felt the cage constrain it and it got painful quickly. They walked back and pushed the canoe back into the water and hopped in.

Day 1, Pt 3 “Newbie, over here” Ken said pointing to a spot in front of him. Chris walked over to the spot and Colin was right behind him. The rest of the group circled around them, waiting for Ken to talk. “You already know that you are designated fuckee for this trip. You will service the rest of us whenever WE want. You are not allowed to fuck or masturbate. Due to some issues from last year, I made a change to make sure that there are no violations of this rule. You have Colin to thank for this. So… Drop your shorts” Ken said. Chris pushed his board shorts down and stepped out of them. Ken reached up and held Chris’ cock in his hand and then reached into the bag. He fished out a cage and held it up, checking to see if it would fit correctly. He pulled out a second, slightly larger one and muttered “that’s better.” Tossing the first one back into the bag, Ken said “Colin, on your knees. Suck this boy off and swallow his last load of the trip.” Colin turned pale as everyone stared at him. “NOW!” Ken barked. Colin sunk to his knees and tentatively put his lips around the hardening shaft. Chris laughed to himself, remembering Colin’s earlier comments in the van. It was a bad blowjob and Chris really couldn’t remember having gotten a worse one in his life. He reached down to stroke himself off and Ken barked out “NO! He needs to do this on his own, even if we are here all day and night.” Everyone seemed to grumble and started heckling Colin. After another ten minutes of Colin slobbering over his cock and not getting him to cum, Chris reached down and started to face fuck Colin. Ken didn’t seem to mind this and didn’t stop him. He heard Colin start to gag as his stiff cock punched into his throat. Another few minutes and Chris could feel the cum start to rise from his balls. Chris was torn - should he fill Colin’s mouth full of his cum or shoot it right down his throat? He decided that Colin’s poor sucking skills earned him a mouthful of jizz which he would probably hate. As soon as his cock started spurting, he held Colin’s head so that the spray was coating his mouth. Most of the guys seemed to be cheering him on, but the look in Colin’s eyes told him he would pay for this later. Once Colin had swallowed all of Chris’ seed and Chris’ cock had deflated, Ken put the cage on his cock. He had seen them in porn flicks and he actually didn’t mind having his cock locked up since he couldn't fuck anyway, as long as it came off at the end of the trip.

Day 1, Pt 2 “Oh, you’re vers too?” Chris asked. Colin looked at him funny and said “No, dude. I fuck chicks. It’s just that once in a while I need some man action.” Chris realized that he might be the only true gay guy on the trip - everyone else was probably bi, even if they didn’t want to admit it. Eric, who was sitting next to Colin, turned and said “Yeah, I haven’t shot a load in over a week. You better be ready for a big one.” “Remember, day 1 he’s mine. It’s my reward for making it through last year” Colin said. He turned back to Chris and said “So, you’re a fag?” Chris chuckled. “Yeah, I’m gay. Never even fucked a girl” he replied. “Cool, you probably like to suck dick too, unlike these assholes” Colin said. They finally pulled into the canoe rental place and Steve and Ken were waiting outside an SUV. “Glad you could finally make it. Get your shit out of the truck and let’s get on the river” Ken said. They loaded up the canoes, with Ken directing where everything got put. He called out “Colin, Chris - you have canoe #5. Billy, Eric you have canoe #4. PJ and Danny have canoe #3, Steve and his son Andy have #2. My partner Les and I have canoe #1. Let’s put in and head downriver. After the fourth bend, there should be a sandbar just after the railroad bridge. Stop there.” Chris chuckled to himself and was relieved that he wasn't the only gay guy on the trip. Maybe his thoughts about Ken in a gay leather bar weren't too far from the truth. The day was heating up already and most of the guys were in swim shorts and a few had on a tank or tee as well. They paddled away, some of them looking a little rusty and taking most of the first 500 yards to get the canoes going straight. Chris was enjoying the warm sun on his body as they paddled, following the other four canoes. He yelled back to Colin, asking him to toss him a beer. “No dude. No drinking until the first stop. No nothing” Colin said. They made it to the sandbar that Ken told them to stop at and everyone beached their canoes and followed Ken down the sandbar. Ken had a sack with him that he set down in a clearing of the tall weeds.

Day 1, Pt 1 The alarm went off at 2am and Chris crawled out of bed. He showered, brushed his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn’t shaved since Friday and he liked the scruffy look. His ex had tried to keep him looking as twink-like as possible and now he was done making sure he looked like someone else wanted him to. His chest was itching a bit since he had stopped shaving it too, the day he told his ex Tim to “fuck off and get out.” His five foot nine body was filling out a little and while not muscled, he was toned from his erratic gym visits. His brown hair was cut like he wanted it, the only thing he insisted on doing his way instead of his ex’s desires. His legs were covered in a light coating of hair but his ass was mostly smooth. There was some hair inside his crack which his ex always wanted shaved, but finally gave up asking after two years. Chris noticed his cock was still partially stiff. He didn’t know if it was the excitement of the trip or whether he was just horny. “Probably both. Too bad I’ll be bottoming the next few days. I could really use a hot ass to fuck” he thought. He walked back to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of board shorts and then some baggy cargo pants over them. He pulled on a t-shirt and slid into a pair of old tennis shoes. “I can put the sport sandals or water shoes on when we get to the river” he said to himself. He put a few things in an old backpack that he could leave in the van while they were canoeing. Right at 3am, the van pulled up in front of his apartment building and Chris tossed his stuff in the back. He hopped in, finding that they left the last row of seats for him. “Perfect, I can sleep on the drive up” Chris thought. They bounced through the city streets and finally got on the highway. The music was blaring and everyone seemed to be talking as Chris realized his hopes of sleeping were gone. He looked Colin over and wasn’t sure what to make of him. Was he gay? bi? experimenting? Colin was a few years younger than Chris and about his same height but with 20 more pounds. His dark brown hair hung down over his eyes and ears, his face was plain and he looked like he was stoned. Colin turned back to Chris and said “It’ll be good not being the newbie this year. I’m sure you’ll have fun but I like to fuck too much.”

Intro 3 The following Friday, Chris’ phone rang. It was Steve - “Chris, can you come to my office for a few minutes?” “Sure thing” Chris replied and went back to the production area. He knocked on Steve’s door and went inside. “Close the door, please” Steve said. “Ken reminded me of one thing we forgot to tell you and a question to ask. Uh… Its really hard to deal with condoms on a trip like this since we need to collect all the trash we make, so everyone fucks raw” Steve said. "Oh… uh… yeah, I guess that makes sense. My ex and I used to fuck bareback too, well until I found out he was cheating on me” Chris replied. “Obviously, since you’re the new guy, we need to make sure that you don’t have anything that the rest of us can catch” Steve said. “I just got tested so I’m ok. It’s good to know you guys check this stuff out. It reminds me of the stuff I need to deal with when I start dating again” Chris said. “Yeah, you can’t be too careful. You might want to think about getting on prep after the trip, that way there’s one less thing to worry about. Can you swab your gums with this test kit just to be sure?” Steve said. “Uh… ok. Yeah, prep is probably a good idea since I want to be a lot more active than I have been” Chris said as he took the stick and swabbed before handing it back to Steve. “Thanks. 1 week to go. By the way, you ended up in the van with PJ, Danny, Eric and Colin who will be your tent mate. He was last year’s newbie so he can answer any questions you might have” Steve explained. “Eric? As in that Eric?” Chris said, pointing toward the production area. “Yeah, that one. A friend of his is going too, but he’s meeting us there since he lives near the river” Steve replied. As soon as Chris left his office and he had the test results, Steve sent a message to Ken - “newbie neg, no prep.” The week went by quickly and Chris got several messages telling him what to bring, all of which seemed normal for a summer time camping trip. He bought a few things like a new sleeping bag, bug spray, and sunscreen. The rest of the stuff like swimsuits, t-shirts, sweatpants and a rain poncho he already had. He added a douche bulb so he could clean out, since he didn’t like bottoming with a dirty hole. Danny dropped off a dry sack on Friday and told him everything he brought along needed to fit inside it. “Be ready at 3am on Monday morning. We’ll pick you up at your place” Danny said, grinning at Chris.

Intro 2 Chris’s jaw dropped as he heard the last word. He looked around the table trying to imagine them all fucking. He always thought that PJ was cute - from his dark red hair, bushy beard, and muscled arms down to his bubble butt and thick legs. He never really had looked at Danny too closely since he really wasn’t his type - a mid-thirties bear with dark hair that seemed to be everywhere. Steve was a tall late forties dad who kept himself in decent shape but other than a few tattoos was pretty bland. He was pretty sure that all of his co-workers were straight as an arrow. Ken had a shaved head, trimmed beard that had some gray in it and a muscled upper body. Chris could see that Ken had both arms covered to the wrist with ink and several piercings in his ears. He could easily envision Ken at a gay leather bar, but those weren’t the types of places that he hung out at. “It’s all guys, right?” Chris asked after a moment. “Yeah, you got a problem with that?” Danny asked, grinning. “Hell, no. I’m just surprised. I didn’t think you guys went that way” Chris replied. He heard a couple guys chuckle. “There’s one thing… If you go, you would be the newbie and that means that you haven’t earned the right to fuck. Only get fucked. I don’t know what you prefer so that might be a deal breaker” Steve said. “No, I’m vers so that’s not a problem” Chris said, surprising himself at how easy it was to tell his co-workers how he fucked. They had taken a big chance telling him about them fucking, so this seemed insignificant. “So, are you interested?” Steve asked. “Yeah, I think so… I kinda need to move on in my life and do new things. I hope it doesn’t turn into Deliverance though, hehe. I just need to ask my boss on Monday if I can have the time off” replied Chris, wondering if he was making a hasty decision. It did seem to be a good way to forget about his ex. He felt PJ squeeze his ass cheek a couple times and his cock twitched. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it. Now, remember, no word to anyone else at work about this. If anyone asks, you’re going camping with some friends, OK?” Steve said. “I understand” Chris answered. PJ and Danny went to the bar and came back with a round of drinks. They made a toast to the trip. PJ leaned in and said “You’re gonna have a great time, I know it. It’s gonna be a trip to remember.”

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is a fictional story. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is coincidence. Intro 1 It was late on a Friday afternoon and Chris had to run some designs back to the production area. He grabbed the folder and headed back knowing he would get at least a few lewd comments. He was a little surprised when all he got were regular “Hi Chris” and “How ya doin, Chris?” He wondered if everyone knew that he had broken up with his boyfriend earlier that week and were being overly polite. Chris was out to his co-workers and it seemed that no one had an issue with it, unlike his last job. He walked into Steve’s office and said “Hi Steve, here are the final designs for the Johnson project. Let me know when you can schedule it so I can let the client know.” “Sure thing, Chris. Thanks for getting those changes done so quick” Steve replied. “No problem” Chris said and turned to go back to his desk. “Hey, Chris. A few of us are heading over to the Grey Owl Pub after work if you want to join us” Steve said. Chris stopped and turned back, thinking about it a few seconds before saying “Ah, OK. I might stop by. Nothing else to do tonight.” Chris finished the rest of his work that afternoon and looked up to see 5:40PM on his computer clock. He put everything away and grabbed his nearly empty backpack. He walked out the door and stopped. “Left to the bar or right to the train?” he thought. Turning left, he told himself that a pint or two couldn’t hurt. He walked into the pub and looked around for the guys from work. Steve, Danny & PJ (two more of Steve’s workers) and another guy who seemed to be close to Steve’s age were at a table in the corner. If it had been a gay bar, Chris would have assumed it was two daddies and their boys, but it wasn’t and he knew Steve was divorced with a son who was about five years younger than Chris’s 28 years. He walked up to the table to say ‘hi’ and see if anyone else needed a drink. Everyone said their “hi’s” and Steve introduced the stranger as a friend of his, Ken. PJ put his arm around Chris’ shoulder and said “I heard you had a rough week. Let me get you a beer.” “Thanks, PJ. A pint of IPA, please” Chris replied. As PJ headed to the bar, Chris felt PJ’s hand rub down his back and across his ass. He wasn’t sure if he should read anything into it or if it was an accident. PJ came back from the bar and set a pint down in front of Chris. He raised his glass and said “To Fridays” as a toast. Everyone tapped their glasses and took a sip. Chris felt PJ’s arm around his back and his hand resting on his hip. It was a little tight to fit five at the small round table, but this seemed a bit unnecessary. He looked at PJ and PJ smiled back at him. The conversation seemed to be all over the place - what everyone was doing that weekend, the baseball standings, the new blonde receptionist, etc. When there was a lull in the conversation Ken turned to Steve and said “Have you found someone to take the last spot on the trip? We only have two weeks until we leave.” “No, not yet. It’s hard to find someone that’s into that mix of activities and can get away for four days” Steve said. Everyone but Chris laughed and Chris wondered what was so funny. PJ squeezed Chris gently and said “How about you, Chris? Do you like canoeing and camping?” Steve looked at PJ with a stern look and then back at Chris, smiling before he said “Well?” “Uh… My ex only liked four and five star places so I haven’t camped in a few years. I used to kayak some in college, but that’s been over six years too. Why?” asked Chris. “We have a yearly canoe trip that some of us do. It’s a private trip and we like to keep the details secret. No one can tell anyone what happens, except each other, obviously. If we tell you a little bit, can you promise that you’ll keep it between us?” Steve asked Chris. “Yeah, sure” Chris replied, now curious as to what a bunch of straight guys camping would want to keep secret. “We drive up early in the morning and then load the canoes. It takes four days to get to the end where they pick us up and drive us back to our cars. We camp on sandbars in the river, a couple guys are in charge of food, a couple take care of stuff to drink. We all have fun, party, and… uh…" Ken said looking around to see if anyone was within earshot "and fuck" Ken said.

Louis calmed down and we talked for a few minutes trying to decide who and in what order. "You know, if we really want to fuck with a few people, we can just grab them and then when they admit their fate, we just tell em that they're really not worth fucking and walk away" I told Louis. "That's evil" Louis replied with a sneer. We walked back to the tent and got a few things, stuffing them in the pockets of our cargo shorts before heading for our first victims. We snuck up on their campsite and just as we planned, jumped in from both sides. I grabbed Larry and Louis had Trey in a choke hold. Trey yelled out "FUCK!!! NOOOOOO!!!" "Shhhh, Trey. You're just going to attract an audience... unless you want a bunch of horny guys to watch you get fucked" I said. "I ain't no fuckin' bottom" Trey said defiantly. "Bottom, top, it don't matter to me. You know the rules. We got the cuffs and today we get to do what we want" I replied. Louis chuckled and said "We might have a virgin here. Score!" "Let my boy go. You can do what you want to me, just leave him be" Larry said. "It isn't that easy, Larry. You know the rules and you guys are a package deal. I always wanted to do a father and his son" I said as I watched a few other campers come closer to see what was going on. "Fuck..." Trey said. "Mmhmm. That's the idea. So, you ever see your dad suck dick?" Louis asked. "Fuck no! He doesn't do that shit" Trey replied. "He is today... just like you are" Louis said, chuckling. I pushed Larry's sweat pants down, letting them fall to the ground. It didn't take much for Larry to realize what he was supposed to do and kneeled down on the sweats. I reached down and unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop to my feet. He just stared at the bulge in my cum and piss stained jock. I looked over at Louis and saw that Trey was trying to break free from him. "Don't be an ass, Trey" I said as I pulled my semi-hard cock out of my jock. Larry sighed and opened his mouth as I moved closer, rubbing the head of my cock over his lips. I pushed in and then waited to see how good a cocksucker Larry was. It took a few moments, but Larry started giving me a decent blowjob. He began taking me deeper and really using his tongue and lips. I let him go at his own pace for a few minutes before I put my hand on the back of his head and rocked my hips, fucking his mouth. "Hmmm, your dad seems to be used to sucking dick" Louis taunted. "Fucker!" Trey yelled out. I plowed another minute or two and I heard a few grunts as my cock dipped into Larry's throat, but he didn't struggle to get away. Unlike his son. I heard Louis fight with Trey, trying to keep hold of him yelling out "You're gonna regret this, asshole." I stuffed my cock deep in Larry's throat and looked over just in time to see Trey break free. He only made it three or four steps before the now larger crowd that had circled the campsite grabbed him. Two guys held Trey and another gave a quick knee to his groin. Trey buckled over and they dragged him back over to the picnic table and pushed him face down on it. Louis pulled some rope out of one of his shorts pockets which was quickly grabbed by one of the guys. The guy yelled over at me "Put him on the table." I pulled my cock out of Larry's mouth, hearing him gasp for air as I pulled him up and pushed him over the top of the table, facing his son. The guy quickly wrapped the rope around both of their left arms. Louis tied another short rope around Trey's right wrist and then secured it to the picnic table. Larry looked over at his son and said "You stupid fuck. You know the rules. Now they're really gonna work us over." I dragged my spit covered cock along Larry's crack and then spread his cheeks, pressing my cock to his hole. I added a couple gobs of spit to his hole and started to sink in. I looked at Louis who spat on Trey's hole and was trying to stuff his cock inside him. Trey was obviously trying to be difficult. "Open up fucker!" Louis said as he gave a couple hard whacks on each butt cheek. It must have worked because a few moments later I could see Louis pushing in and heard Trey scream out in pain. "Shut the fuck up, son. Relax and take it like a man" Larry said, sounding irritated at Trey. Louis pulled out, adding more spit before shoving back in. We kept fucking Larry and Trey and after several minutes Trey's groans, grunts and whimpers seemed to change over to moans. I smiled and began fucking harder. Larry seemed to actually enjoy the fuck and was moaning louder and even encouraging me to go harder. Whether his son knew it or not, Larry was no stranger to getting fucked. I looked over and Louis now seemed to be having a good time fucking Trey, the smile on his face and moans were much better than the growls and cursing from earlier. Soon Louis was giving all the signs he was about to cum. I was close too and once I heard him start to orgasm, I shot seconds later. I don't know about him, but the ropes of cum that shot out were huge and had a lot of force to them. I stayed inside Larry for a minute after the last throb of my cock and smiled over at Louis. "Fuck... thank god that's over" Trey muttered. "Not quite. Remember, I said I wanted to experience a father AND son" I said as I pulled out of Larry's abused hole. I moved over and dragged my cum covered cock and piercing over Trey's face, letting him see what was about to go into his ass. Louis was chuckling as he pulled his dick out of Trey and walked around, getting between Larry's legs. He rubbed his finger over Larry's hole, pushing some of my cum back in. I took my place behind Trey, looking over and Louis. I nodded and we both plunged in. I heard a groan from Trey and felt his hole quiver around my cock. Larry let out a moan and I heard a bunch of the guys behind me say "Oh yeah." I started plowing his hole and it felt good. He was tighter than his dad's hole and he was not trying to prevent me from fucking him. The stallion was broken. I varied the pace, enjoying the cum filled hole and realizing that Louis had dumped a big load in him. The more I fucked him the more I wanted to make sure that he knew his attempt to run away was not going to be forgotten. I looked around at the crowd of about 20 guys behind us and thought that a few might want to take advantage of Trey's ass. Top of the list were the guys that caught him, but I also looked for guys that would appreciate his twenty one year old near virgin cunt. My thrusts got harder and I heard the moans shift to grunts from Trey. I shoved in and let my cock start to pulse, shooting ropes of cum into his gut. Looking over, Louis was still drilling Larry and I knew from experience that sometimes it took him a while to shoot his second load. With my cock still deep inside Trey, I turned and pointed to the two capturers and said "One of you, come here." I watched as they decided whom and seconds later the thinner of the two walked up next to me. "Thanks for your help earlier. I think you deserve a reward" I said to the guy. He smiled and pulled his cock out and stroked it the rest of the way hard. I pulled out and he quickly took my place, shoving his dry cock into Trey's hole. There was enough cum that it probably didn't hurt Trey and the guy was pounding him in no time. "NO! It was just supposed to be you two" Trey yelled out. "Yeah, that's before you tried to escape. Now you get a few bonus dicks" I replied, chuckling. My dick was partially soft and still covered with cum. I wasn't going to chance putting my dick in Trey's mouth since, frankly, I didn't trust him. I thought about Larry, but his current position on the picnic table didn't lend itself to a good BJ. The growls coming from the guy fucking Trey told me he was close. This was followed by a few loud grunts from Louis as he loaded up Larry. I pointed at the two polar bears we saw earlier and as they came up to me I said "One of you gets him next, the other can suck me clean if he wants to." They looked at each other, grinned and took their positions. Now, age doesn't equal experience and experience doesn't equal ability. But in this case it did. The guy that went to his knees and started to suck my cum covered cock knew what he was doing. Decades of sucking dick had made this guy an expert cocksucker. His tongue, lips and suction were amazing and he had me back at full mast in no time. Meanwhile, his partner was now enjoying Trey's cummy ass. For someone that seemed really gentle and polite when we talked at the campsite he now had a very different demeanor. He wasn't rough and animalistic like Louis or the last guy, but fully in control of Trey and he firmly drilled into his hole. It was hard to concentrate while my dick was getting sucked so well, but I thought that I needed to find one more guy to use Trey. I looked around and spotted the light skinned black guys who were still naked and seemed to enjoy watching the dad and son get fucked. I repeated my call, telling them to pick one. The guy with the full goatee got pushed forward and he came up to me. I positioned him next to me and the older guy got the hint and started to suck the new guy fully hard. A few minutes later and I heard groaning from the table and the other older guy was breeding Trey. When he moved back I could see a big grin on Larry's face. The new guy started to head toward Larry and I said "No, he's good. Take care of his son." I saw the sun glisten off the spit on his nice eight plus inch shaft as he walked over behind Trey. Apparently Trey saw it too and cried out "Oh god NO!" Trey shouldn't have worried, his ass was stretched out already and he had plenty of the best lube around. The guy slid in most of the way with one long push and then gave a little shove to get the last bit in. "FUCK!" Trey yelled out. "Yeah, you're fucked n bred like a good little bitch. Now shut up n take it" the new guy told Trey. He really looked good standing there fucking Trey. His body was lean and toned and he had a nice strong, fluid motion as he fucked. Every time he went deep, though, Trey would groan loudly. The crowd continued their comments, clearly liking how he was fucking Trey - "Pound that cumdump", "Make him pay", "Teach him a lesson he won't forget" and "Breed him good!" I heard Trey start to cry out as the guy started to pound him harder. Louis was standing next to me watching Trey get boned and stroking his cock. The thrusts slowed down but the sound of their bodies slapping together got louder. He shoved in once more and grunted as his load pumped deep into Trey's wrecked hole. He stood there a while and I wondered if he was still shooting or just enjoying the warm, wet hole. It probably was a bit of both. Louis moved in as the guy pulled out and walked back to his partner with a huge grin on his face. Louis plowed in and slapped Trey's ass hard. "Fuck, that pussy is loose! Tighten up, fucker" Louis yelled out. All I heard from Trey was a whimper. Louis jackhammered his hole and then grunted as he dropped another load inside. I decided that we had put Trey in his place and besides, my balls were empty for the moment and I needed some time to refill. I went over and slapped Larry's ass as I reached down and stepped into my shorts, pulling them back up. I patted Trey's face and said "Thanks guys, I needed that" before untying the ropes on their arm and Trey's that bound him to the table. Louis gave a few more slaps to Trey's ass saying "Yeah, thanks" as he pulled his shorts up. Larry got up but Trey just laid there on the table. The crowd started to head back to whatever they were doing before and Louis and I went back to our tent. We crashed for a little bit, smelling nice and ripe from the sweat and cum.

We woke saturday morning curled up next to each other, the damp morning air chilling our near naked bodies. I looked around the tent and our jeans and boots were sitting in the corner. I pulled off my harness and rubbed the crusty pouch of my jock, wondering how much was my cum and how much was the guys that fucked me the night before. The cum had glued my jock to my pubes so I just left it on and pulled my jeans on. I fished around for my tee and pulled that on too. The rustling was enough to wake Louis and soon we both were dressed. "You want some breakfast?" I asked and got a groggy "mmhmm" in response. We climbed out of the tent and headed back to the bar. We took a pair of seats at the bar and Joey brought us some coffee. A minute later, two shots of bourbon were set next to our coffee cups. "You boys look like you had a rough night" Joey said with a smirk. "Like you didn't know what the fuck happened to us" Louis grunted out. "What happens in the campground after hours is up to the campers" he replied. I lifted my hand and pointed at the padlocked cuff on my hand. "So which camper do we see to get these off?" I asked. "Ah... Well, those stay on for the weekend. The rules say that the designated pigs get carte blanche the rest of the weekend. No one can say 'no' to you as long as you have the cuffs on. You can ask for more or you can return the favor to them" Joey explained. I scowled back at him and lowered my hand to the bar, downing the shot. "Why didn't you tell me what was going on this weekend when I made the reservation?" I asked. "I thought you knew. You sounded interested when you were here last year and we talked about some of the events we hold" Joey replied almost apologetically. Almost. "How about some breakfast?" he added. As we ate breakfast, guys would come up to us and pat us on the back or ass, some thanking us for the good time. "Much better than last year, Joey. I think that's a new record... three and a half hours. Maybe more. They wore everyone out" a towering muscle bear said from across the bar. Louis just dropped his head and shook it before taking another bite of breakfast. I finished eating and looked over at Louis who was only half way done. "Eat up. You need lots of energy so we can take advantage of the cuffs. I'm already thinking about who's first" I said quietly to Louis. A smile started to grow on his face. When Louis finished, I asked Joey for two cups of coffee to go and we headed back to the campground. It had already gotten warmer and when we got to our tent I pulled my tee off and threw it in the tent. "Harness, please" Louis said. I handed it back to him and watched him put it back on, tugging a bit to get it to sit right before grabbing his coffee and taking a sip. "Ready?" he asked. I whispered to him my game plan and he nodded back in agreement. We walked over to the playground first and found the tree that was our fuck spot from the night before. We looked over the steel rod that was bored through the tree that we had braced ourselves on for hours. There were still two wet spots on the ground where cum had pooled below our asses. "It's time" I said and we started our tour of the campground in daylight. Eyes were glued on us from each campsite that we walked by. We gave friendly camper greetings to everyone we met, but made mental notes. A few guys hid inside their tents when we got near, making us chuckle. We passed by the place that we got ambushed and I stopped. Looking at Louis I asked "Any idea how many guys you took last night?" "No fuckin' clue. I was drunk when it started and someone kept blowing smoke in my face and stuffing poppers up my nose. I lost count after 11." We started walking and came up on a campsite where two guys were sitting at their picnic table drinking some cheap beer. One was in his mid 40's with a trimmed beard, pony tail and loose t-shirt on. The younger one looked like a college age version of him with scruff and a few small tats on his arms. "Morning guys. How's it going?" I asked. "Fuck" the younger one said under his breath. "Doin' OK. Just trying to get the edge off last night's drinkin'. How 'bout you?" the older one replied. "Good. Doin' the same. Need some fresh air to clear my head. Uh... I'm curious... You guys related? You look pretty similar" I asked. The older guy chuckled and said "Yeah, he's my real son. I'm Larry and he's Trey. This is his first time here since he is finally old enough." I looked at the son and he was blushing and looking down at his beer. I patted him on the back and said "Welcome to the Pig Poke. Hope you have a good time." I could feel him shaking under my hand and laughed to myself. I started walking down the path and said "See ya later." I could hear a huge sigh from Trey. Louis was following me and I could hear him grumble. "We haven't made it all the way through the campground yet, then we choose who" I reminded Louis. We got to the end of the row and followed the path over to the next one. We passed a site with two guys about our age laying out on a blanket face up and naked. They looked good and didn't flinch as we walked by, though I could see that at least one was looking at us. They were a contrast to most of the guys in the campground since they were light skinned black guys and mostly hairless except for their pits and pubes. One had a goatee and the other a chin patch. The next site had a nice looking 50's bear sitting at the table. A thin otter who was probably 10 years younger was cleaning up the campsite naked. He had a cage on his cock and his ass was still red from a paddling he had gotten earlier. The bear barked out an order to the otter and Louis and I immediately recognized the voice. "Mornin'" I said with a grin and kept walking. The next site was empty but the last one in the row had a large tent with four guys sitting at the picnic table playing cards. I could see the outline of two more guys in the tent, one sucking the other off. "Mornin'" I said as the four turned to look at us. "Mmmm, thats what you guys look like in the daylight. Nice. Thanks for giving it up for the rest of us last night. You both were great fucks" the taller of the four guys said. The other three smiled and nodded. "Not like we had a choice but you're welcome. We didn't even know there was an event here this weekend" I replied. I could tell Louis was checking them out, but so was I. They all were cubs in their mid to late 30's, just wearing cargo shorts and sported a tattoo of three greek letters on either their chest or upper arm. They were all muscled to some extent and easy on the eyes. "See ya around" I said as I continued walking. I could tell Louis was getting impatient and wanted to fuck someone now, but I wanted to see what all the options were. We couldn't fuck them all so I wanted to know I was going to leave my loads in the best ones. We walked over to the last row of sites. These all had a view of the river and from past experience I knew there was to be no outdoor sex in them, at least in the daytime. An older couple was at the first one, sitting in two camp chairs, holding hands and talking. They were probably in their late 60's or maybe early 70's and in decent shape. Their full white beards hung down low to their belly with a smile peeking through. "That was quite a show you boys put on last night. All of us really enjoyed it" the shorter one said. "I didn't realize we were the entertainment" Louis said sarcastically. "I had hoped that you enjoyed it as much as we did" he replied. "It wasn't what we were expecting, but sometimes you just deal with it, right? Enjoy your day" I said and continued on our walk. The last campsite on our rounds we saw a sexy muscled cub leaning back in his chair. He was in his mid 30's, his body was well defined and had perfectly manscaped hair on his chest with a trail that disappeared into his tight shorts. His strong jawline was accented by a thin chinstrap beard and moustache. I chuckled to myself thinking "this guy spent more time grooming today than the rest of the campground combined." "Well if it isn't the cumdump faggots from last night. Looking for more dick to fuck those pussies?" the guy said. I laughed and said "You must be the token straight guy. You chose the wrong weekend to be here or maybe you're just a closet case that needs some homo sex." I could tell that the guy was surprised at my reply and decided to dig a bit more. "So, were you just watching and jacking your little dick or did you get the nerve up and actually fuck?" "You guys didn't complain about my size when I fucked you last night" the guy answered back. I laughed again adding "We really didn't have much choice and definitely didn't get to pick who fucked us. Some of 'em I could barely feel and there were some hung ones too. Some threw a good fuck and others were pretty sad. Anyway, we gotta go figure out who gets to be our bitch today." I watched his jaw drop, the thought that we weren't just a pair of horny bottoms never crossing his mind until now. Louis and I wandered back to our bikes and I leaned against mine looking at Louis who seemed to be getting angrier by the moment. "Relax. Guys like that think they're hot shit tops and most of the time it's just a bluff. One day he'll get his due" I said quietly to Louis. "Now... I'd like to double up on a couple and then we can go off and do another pair solo. We got until tomorrow morning so that should give us plenty of time. If we got time we might squeeze in a few more. Who are your top three?"

We wandered back to the bar, going in the back door this time. Joey had seen us so by the time we got to the bar two pints were waiting for us. "You like that hoppy shit as I recall" Joey said and I nodded. "Good crowd tonight. Judging by the cars and the campsites most are staying here?" I asked Joey. "Mmmhmm. Should be a wild weekend" he replied. "Hey, can we grab a couple burgers, Joey?" I asked after taking a gaze around the bar. "Sorry, ran out of em a few hours ago. Pizza is all that's left" Joey said not waiting for a reply as he unwrapped one and tossed it in the little oven. Most of the guys in the bar were older than Louis and I but a handful were about our age. There really wasn't a single type of guy - tall, short, thin, thick, hairy, smooth but most had a beard and were evenly split between wearing shirts, mostly tees or tanks, and those just in their jeans or shorts. A lot of eyes were looking us over as we drank our beers and waited for the pizza. We got another beer and chowed down on the pizza as we scoped out the crowd. Once we were done guys started coming over and saying "hi." Some would chat and then ask if we were staying in the campground and seemed to be happy that we were going to be there for the weekend. Just before midnight Joey rang the bell and yelled out "Last call" and most of the crowd grumbled. Louis looked at me and said "What the fuck?" "This isn't some club in the city. They close early up here. It doesn't mean the fun ends... it just moves somewhere else" I replied. I grabbed a six pack to go and gave Louis a nudge. "Come on" I said and started to walk back towards our tent. We got back to the tent and I opened a couple bottles, handing one to Louis. I pulled my t-shirt off and threw it in the tent and held my hand out for Louis to give me his. Digging in his bag, I handed him his harness and then grabbed my own. Now properly dressed, we started to wander around the campground which was filling up as the bar emptied. We followed the path around and got to the back of the campground where only the moonlight that made it through the trees kept us from being in total darkness. I should have known better because almost immediately a couple guys jumped out from behind a large bush and pulled a heavy cloth bag over my head and cinched it tight. Louis screamed out "FUCK!!" and I knew they had got him too. I tried to struggle but without being able to see, I was just wasting my energy. My hands got pulled behind my back and bound. We got led about 50 yards and then we stopped. I could sense a bunch of people around me including the two that were holding on to me tightly. "Get their boots and jeans off" some deep, gruff sounding voice said. I felt someone grab my left boot and then muttered "Fuck... laces" before he unlaced and pulled off my tall boots. The right boot was dispatched and then my jeans were tugged off. A few hands rubbed over my exposed furry ass and a couple guys made some appreciative comments. My hands were untied and heavy leather cuffs were placed over each wrist. I was pushed a few more feet and my hands were placed on a horizontal steel rod before the cuffs were secured with the clicks from a padlock. I felt a large tree right in front of my face and gave a tug with my hands to confirm they were connected with some rope or cable on the other side of the tree. A few seconds later I felt another pair of hands on the steel rod and figured it was Louis. "Welcome to the Pig Poke, guys. You're the pigs that were selected and the rest of us get to do the pokin'" the same deep voice said followed by a hearty laugh. I braced against the handle and quickly had someone kick my legs apart. My ass got spread open, lube was dripped over my hole and a few fingers roughly pushed it inside. Another squirt of lube and the fingers were replaced by a thick cock pushing in. I heard a loud slap in front of me, followed by "Loosen up, motherfucker!" A few seconds later I heard Louis groan and knew he was taking his first dick of the night. The guy fucking me had quickly built up a firm, fast pace and I doubted he would last much longer. It seemed he hadn't fucked anyone in a while and needed to get off ASAP. I mumbled "Enjoy the ride" to Louis as the guy behind me slammed into my hole a few more times before shooting what felt like a gallon of cum up my chute. The grunting in front of me didn't sound like Louis and the growl that came next definitely wasn't his so it was probably Louis' fucker unloading inside of him. My guy pulled out and was replaced right away. The new guy had a bit more girth but was a little shorter and soon I felt his large belly and chest on my back and his heavy breath on my neck. He knew how to fuck, though, and his cock felt good in my now cummy hole. A loud groan next to my ear told me I was getting another stranger's load. Another cock was soon driving into my hole, this one feeling thinner but much longer. Someone pulled the cloth bag tight over my face and held some poppers to my nose. I took a few hits and then felt my hole relax some more. A slap to my head told me to work my ass on the cock that was plowing me. This guy lasted longer than the other two and I heard him getting some grief from the other guys for hogging my hole. He started hammering and then dumped his load in me. This continued for a couple hours, I think. We were buzzed with beer when we started and the poppers, cigar and pot smoke I was inhaling while getting fucked had me flying. I totally lost track of time and how many guys fucked or bred me. Guy after guy took turns fucking my hole until it was sore and gaping. Some took a couple minutes and others much longer. I know a few guys came back for very sloppy seconds. At the end my legs were sticky and cum had dried in the hair on my ass and legs. Finally, when there was no one else wanting our used up holes a couple guys unlocked us from the tree and led us back to our tent. They left the cuffs on our wrists and when I heard the zipper on the tent door stop, I reached up and pulled the cloth bag off of my head. I helped Louis get his bag off too and we laid there motionless for a few minutes. My body hurt and I could still feel cum dripping out of my ass. "What the fuck just happened" Louis asked. "Sorry, that's not what I had planned, Louis. We got royally fucked" I replied. I pulled Louis close to me and wrapped my arm around him as we faded off to sleep.

The weather had been sweltering for the past week and as much as I wanted to get out riding, my trips to the job site and back were too brutal to think about any long trips. The forecast for the weekend looked better with the temps dropping into the 80’s. I sent a message off to Louis asking if he was up for an overnight camping trip. A few hours later I got a reply “Sure, but I don’t have any gear” to which I replied “I got what we’ll need. just bring harness n jock ;)” I dug out my camping gear and pared it down to the essentials, squeezing the tent, sleeping bag and clothes in a dry sack and the rest in a canvas bag. Throughout the rest of the week I moved things around and checked the bike out. On Friday I got off early and packed everything up on the old BMW. I rode up to Louis’ place and parked, waiting for him to show up. The plan was to meet at 3 pm and leave as soon after as we could, with any luck we'd beat the weekend traffic. About five after three, an Uber pulled up and Louis hopped out and ran to his apartment, waving as he passed me. I chuckled and waited, but was surprised when he came down in about five minutes. “Sorry, dude. I got tied up at work. Good thing I packed last night” Louis told me breathlessly. He wheeled his bike out and quickly tied down the gym bag to the back of his bike with a few bungee cords. I could see him sweating even without his jacket on and my mind quickly wandered to burying my face in his pits as soon as we got to the campground. As usual, I was getting way ahead of myself. He looked really sexy as he had continued to let his beard grow even in the summer heat. I looked back and saw him strapping on the beanie helmet and putting on his gloves and realized I needed to get geared up too. About an hour later we finally got free of the traffic and started to make some time. I wanted to get to the campground before dark, since those roads can be damn scary in the dark with every type of creature jumping out when you least expect them. We stopped for gas and grabbed some granola bars and water. I knew we could get a decent meal at the bar that was part of the campground, so we just needed something to get us there. Louis seemed a bit nervous, but didn’t seem to want to talk about it, so we hopped back on the bikes for the next leg. One last gas stop and the sun was starting to sink low in the sky. I didn’t want to push it too much but I wanted to get there soon. Another hour later and I pulled off the main highway down a county road, following it a few miles until I got to the bridge over the river where I slowed down. Once over the bridge I pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine. I had parked near the end of the fence and Louis pulled up next to me. “How much further do we have to go?” Louis asked. “About a hundred feet” I replied with a grin. Taking off my helmet and gloves, I got off the bike and walked towards the bar. The crowd belied the 3 or 4 cars out front since it was almost full. I headed over to the end of the bar and waited until Joey the bartender finished pouring another pitcher of beer. I caught his attention and he came over. “Hey Ryan, good to see you again. It’s been a while” Joey said before adding “I saved you a good spot, though knowing you you won’t be in your tent much.” “Thanks, Joey. It’s good to be back here. I always have a good time. Oh, this is my friend Louis. Louis, Joey” I said as Louis put out his hand. Joey walked around the end of the bar and up to Louis saying “This is a huggin’ bar, none of that handshake crap” as he wrapped his arms around Louis and lifted him off the ground. Joey was a tall bear of a man, in his late 40's and with almost as much fur as muscle. I knew my turn was next and was prepared for my hug when Joey turned to me. He smelled of sweat, whiskey and beer which was very intoxicating and gave his signature bear hug and tight squeeze on each butt cheek. “Park your bikes around back, get your site set up and stop back for a few drinks. You’re in site 6G, at the back by the playground. Keep your buddy Louis nearby, you know how these guys love fresh meat” Joey said. We moved the bikes inside the campground and took the gear to the site. In some ways it looked like hundreds of other campgrounds all around the state. It was maybe a little nicer than most and each site had plenty of space between it and the next one. There was power and water for each space and most had at least a picnic table and fire pit at it. We set up the tent with a little help from a small lantern before I tossed the pad and sleeping bag down. Last I threw my two mostly empty bags inside and added Louis’ gym bag and zipped the tent back up. “I hope we don’t get wakened by some screaming kids in the playground tomorrow morning” Louis said as we walked back to the bar. “They might be screaming, but they won’t be kids" I replied.

Consider yourself lucky. You just got a mod's warning note added to your previous chapter for some straight sex. Others get the post deleted and banned for a couple weeks. Gotta love consistency. BTW, I liked it and thought it was well written.

I looked over at Louis, wondering what he thought. I spoke first and said “I’m cool with it, but you guys work together, so it might make things weird.” I expected Louis to agree and to bow out, but I kind of wanted him to say yes since I thought it would be a fun time. The gears in Louis’ head seemed to be running at full speed. “What happens out of the office doesn’t affect how we work together, right?” Louis said to Brandon a few moments later. “Right. It’s a fuck, not a romance” Brandon replied. Louis nodded and we gulped down the last of our warm, mostly backwash, beer. I saw a few guys in the bar grin and nod at me as we left, no doubt they knew what we were going to do. We got out on the sidewalk and Brandon took charge. Brandon said to me “My place is only a few blocks from here. Is yours closer?” I shook my head ‘no.’ He looked at Louis and said “Don’t tell anyone where my apartment is, OK?” Louis nodded, saying “You’re the only one at work that knows I’m bi, so let’s keep both a secret for now.” I guessed that Brandon didn’t want anyone at work to know he lived in the heart of boys town. With that, Brandon turned and Louis and I followed. I chuckled to myself as we walked down the familiar streets. Several guys stared at us, with one guy whistling as we walked. I’m sure it was for Louis, who still had his t-shirt off and the harness on. We turned and went into the courtyard of one building and Louis curiously looked at me. I gave him a smile and a nod and we turned and went to the door, up the stairs and into the apartment facing my buddy Tom’s place across the courtyard but one floor down. For all of Brandon’s confidence leading us to his apartment, once inside he seemed extremely nervous. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his bare chest, whispering in his ear “anything you don’t like, just let us know.” Louis came up to us and pressed his lips to Brandon’s and kissed him. He moved his head to the side and kissed me, our heads next to Brandon’s. Brandon turned his head and it became a three way kiss. My hands roamed up and down Brandon’s chest, my fingers flicking over his very hard nipples. Louis came a little closer and the front of my paw was stroking Brandon’s chest and the back brushing over Louis’ chest. Louis reached down and unbuttoned Brandon’s jeans and then his own. I squeezed Louis’ nipples between my fingers and rubbed my thumbs over Brandon’s hard nubs. Our tongues were dancing together and then I felt Louis fumbling to open my jeans. He finally got the button open and then the zipper, pushing my jeans down. We broke the kiss and finished stripping ourselves. When I stood up I saw Louis standing there in nothing but his harness, Brandon was wearing just some tight trunks and I was in my ripe jockstrap. Louis and I must have thought the same thing as we each hooked a finger on each side of Brandon’s trunks and tugged down, leaving him naked. It’s hard enough when you have two versatile guys trying to see who tops and who bottoms but here we were with a third guy. I knew Brandon bottomed, but I didn’t know if he topped too. Brandon made the first move and hooked a finger into the ring on Louis’ harness to steady himself and started to kneel. He flicked his tongue over Louis’ left nipple a few times and then moved over and did the same with my right nipple. As he got to his knees, he found himself staring at Louis’ mostly hard shaft that had a sheen of precum on the tip. Brandon licked over the head of Louis’ cock and then wrapped his lips around the shaft and started to suck him. A few minutes later, Brandon reached up and pulled my stiff rod out of the jock and wrapped his hand around it, slowly jerking it. I smiled and realized, at least for now, Brandon was going to bottom for us. I leaned in and started to make out with Louis and just as my tongue slipped into his mouth I felt Brandon’s tongue playing with my PA. Brandon continued moving between our two cocks, never getting either of us too close or leaving the other unattended for too long. He may have never been in a 3way, but he seemed to be getting the hang of sucking the pair of us. Maybe this had been the bulk of Brandon’s experience with men - on his knees sucking guy after guy. After about fifteen minutes, Louis pulled his arm from around my shoulder and down between us. Brandon had just switched back to Louis’ cock and now had both of Louis’ hands around the back of his head. Louis started slow, but built up speed and depth until he was properly fucking Brandon’s face. Just like he had when I face fucked him, Brandon never complained or pushed away. There were a few small gags, but mostly just the sound of Louis’ moans as his cock plunged into Brandon’s throat. I kneeled down next to Brandon and coated a pair of fingers with the spit dripping off his chin and whispered in his ear “If he’s going too hard, just tap his leg.” Brandon’s hands didn’t move from their grip on Louis’ ass cheeks. I moved my hand back and traced Brandon’s crack with my slick fingers. He raised his ass up a little pushing it closer to my fingers which quickly found his puckered hole. A little more work with my fingers and a little more spit from his chin had a pair of digits fully in his chute. Brandon’s hole responded to my encouragement and opened up nicely. It was time to take it a little further so I hooked my fingers inside Brandon’s hole and gave a gentle upward tug. It took a few tries until he realized what I wanted, but there he was with his ass in the air and still slurping on Louis’ cock. My beard pressed against his ass cheeks while my tongue lapped along his crack deeper and deeper until it found his hole. I didn’t rim Brandon the other time we fucked since I was too eager to get my dick inside him. I was finding out that was a mistake. Brandon seemed to really like getting his ass eaten and kept pushing back to get my tongue in deeper. My tongue was getting tired after feasting on his hole for a while so I gave each ass cheek a firm slap and squeeze before standing up and dragging my cock along the crevice. The piercing and the tip of my cock were resting on his pucker as I added a few globs of spit and pushed in. The steady pressure got his hole to yield and my bare cock started to push inside. Brandon groaned around his mouthful of Louis’ shaft and I let him get used to my girth for a moment. Just as I was about to begin, Brandon moved his hips around and I really knew he was ready. I rocked my hips, dicking him deeper each time until I finally bottomed out. I gave him a good fuck, pounding hard and then backing off. I could tell with the harder thrusts he was getting forced onto Louis’ cock which seemed to get Louis closer than he would like. When I got close to shooting, I motioned to Louis to come over to me. He shook his head “no” but did pull out of Brandon’s mouth. Grabbing my chance, I pushed Brandon to the floor and drilled him as my cock started to throb. I laid on his back, growling in his ear as my hips thrust a few final times until my cock began to shoot. Ropes of cum painted his chute as spurts of cum pumped into him. I stayed there a few moments after the orgasm faded, my sweaty chest glued to Brandon’s back. My breathing got back to normal and immediately Louis slapped my ass hard. The sting ripped through my body and I looked back at him with my best “WTF” look. Louis wasn’t interested in waiting any longer for his turn and as he raised his hand again I rolled off. Louis flipped Brandon on to his back and raised his legs up over his shoulders. Brandon’s hole was well lubed and probably was still gaping when Louis planted every inch of his cock into Brandon’s fuck hole. Brandon let out a gasp but then was staring right into Louis’ eyes. The two seemed to come to a silent understanding before Louis began to fuck. I straddled Brandon’s head, leaving my cum covered cock to rest on his lips and pulled his legs toward me. It gave Louis a better angle to drill and drill he did. Brandon licked and nursed on my cock, sucking most of the cum off of it. Brandon must have had him really close because after about five minutes of fucking, I heard the familiar grunts from Louis and then a groan. I watched Louis’ body flex and twitch as he pumped his seed into Brandon’s hole. When the spurts ended, Louis pulled out and laid down on the floor next to Brandon. I left them for a couple minutes to recover before I said sternly “Roll over, Louis.” “What?” he replied. “Turn over. Now.” I answered even stronger and Louis rolled over on to his stomach. I looked at Brandon who was slowly stroking his still hard cock and nodded my head. He looked back at me with a worried face and I wondered if he was a total bottom with guys. Yeah, his cock was shorter than either Louis’ or mine, but it was rock hard and Brandon hadn’t blown his load as far as I knew. I glared at him and he got the hint, climbing on top of Louis and straddling his ass. “Fuck him” I said, in a softer voice than I had told Louis to turn over. He added more spit to his cock and then spread Louis’ ass apart, dripping a generous glob of saliva on to his hole. He looked back at me tentatively and I nodded. Brandon then leaned forward and guided his rigid shaft to the entrance and slowly dipped his cock in. Both of them let out moans and I just hoped that Brandon wouldn’t shoot right away and give Louis a good fuck. He did seem to be fighting off the urge to cum, but soon got into a good motion. He never really pounded Louis, but the penetration was firm and deep with a few hard thrusts occasionally. After about fifteen minutes of varied drilling, Brandon gave a few hard shoves and then let out a surprisingly deep growl. I watched his ass flex as shot after shot of cum pumped into Louis’ ass. His balls must have really been full for as long as he went on. I was glad I didn’t let him waste that much jizz on the floor. I kneeled down next to the two of them, rubbing my hand down Brandon’s back and over his firm, sticky butt. “Was that ok for your first three-way?” I asked. “Oh gawd yes” Brandon said breathlessly. “Good, the next one we’ll take up a notch or two” I replied.