The Camp Host Pt. 02

Camp Host Pt 2

Fictional Erotica

I awoke on the morning of the second day of our family vacation to warm tent, the sun was well up, thoughts of the previous day filling my head, "Jesus did you really suck the Camp Host's cock yesterday?" The more I thought about it the more aroused I became; I reached down and started stroking my already hard penis. I had jerked off the night before with thoughts of Bob's fat penis in my head and the taste of his sperm still in my mouth and came harder than I ever remembered.

"Hey sleepyhead you getting up?" Mother called from outside the tent.

"Yea, I'll be right there," I replied, releasing my aching member, and throwing back my sleeping bag. I remembered Bobs instructions about the beach and pulled on my swimming trunks, a tank top, and slipped into my sandals. Taking a deep breath, I emerged from my tent and stepped into the bright sunlight.

"Looks like it going to be a hot one," My Father remarked.

"Yea," I muttered as I stepped forward to gratefully take a proffered cup of Coffee.

"What did you get up to yesterday? You ducked into you tent pretty fast last night after dinner," My Mother queried.

"I met the Camp Host," I replied, "He showed me some pretty cool stuff."

"Well good, I'm glad you are making the most of this trip, meeting new people, not just sitting around reading and sulking," she commented.

"Oh yea, I'm definitely learning new stuff," I murmured.

She nodded in reply and we passed the remainder of breakfast in relative silence.

They gathered their things, preparing for their day's activities, "We are going to Shaw's Beach today and will probably be back in the afternoon," My Dad stated.

"That's cool," I replied.

"Looks like you are heading for the Beach," My Mother observed.

"I thought I might check it out," I answered.

"Good, get some sun."

I watched as they pulled away and let out a deep sigh. I had an odd feeling in my stomach, it was a combination of excitement and anxiety, but a strong pull left no doubt as to the direction the day might take me. I threw a towel, some sunscreen, a few bottles of water and a few granola bars into my backpack. It already contained my books and other miscellaneous stuff I always carried with me. I donned a Hawaiian shirt and slung the backpack over my shoulder and looked at my watch "9:45," it read. "OK," I sighed and headed down the hill.

I entered Bob's backyard through the side gate that we had used the day before and came around into his Yard. I was already sweating, nervous, and thinking about what today might hold, still wondering if this was what I wanted, but my legs just kept taking me forward. Bob was putting a few items into a big beach bag, heard me approaching and turned to face me. "Hey Al," He greeted, clenching his ever-present cigar between his teeth. "Looks like you came prepared." He smiled evilly, "I hope you show the same aptitude today that you did yesterday."

"I... uh, yes" I stammered, trying to sound confident, but failing.

"I'm sure you will, today we are going to a special beach."

He was dressed the same as the previous day, Board shorts, Tank top and sandals, but he was sporting a similar shirt over his tank top as I. He puffed out a cloud of smoke and said, "Well let's head out."

We walked out towards the front of the camp and took a trail marked BEACH that veered down the hillside. We crossed the main road in front of the campground and picked up the trail on the other side. Traveling about fifty yards down it, Bob stopped and turned to push back a bit of brush on the right of the main trail revealing a smaller less used trail. "You will like this place," Bob commented over his shoulder, "Much more private." We trekked about another 100 yards and finally came out onto a small beach; it was flanked with tall cliffs on both ends and was about 150 yards wide. As I took it in, I noticed, that it was all men, and that for the most part, they were nude. "Like it?" Bob asked.

"Uh Huh," I said kind of dumbfounded; I had never been to a nude beach before.

"Hiya Bobster," a voice behind us said startling me a bit.

"Hey Terry," Bob replied as we both turned to face him, "This is Al, a new friend, he and his Family are staying up at the campground." Terry was tall, thin, very tan and looked to be in his 50's. He had wavy sun-bleached hair that fell to his shoulders. A sarong wrapped around his waist and was sporting a brimmed straw hat with round sunglasses peeking out, he looked like he was a beach regular.

"Cool," he said, Terry slowly lowered his sunglasses and met my eyes, they were quite blue, then glanced out to the sand, "Pretty good crowd today."

"Yep," Bob replied, "Came down to show Al around," a wide leer on his face.

"Excellent," he said smiling, "Let's go find a spot."

We slogged across the sand, found a nice spot in the shade of a cliff side and spread our towels out. Terry and Bob laid out their towels to either side of mine. Terry reached down and casually pulled his sarong free, it fell to the ground and revealed a tan lean physique that had no tan lines. I was a little startled but managed to hide it, after all it was a nude beach. I quickly scanned his body self-consciously and saw that his cock was longer than Bobs, but thinner, and his balls hung quite low, unlike Bobs Fatter Plumper orbs. Bob had stripped as well and was laying back, eyes closed, his manhood laying over his left thigh."Well Al, you going to join the club?" he asked. At this point my anxiety had faded a bit and I stripped as well; I was self-conscious at first, but it was amazing how good it felt to feel the cool sea air on my body. "This feels amazing," I commented, settling onto my towel.

"I know, right?" Terry replied, "Hey I brought the Ace!" he announced to all.

"The Ace?" I wondered.

"Terry makes a kick-ass Margarita he calls the Ace," Bob supplied

Terry produced three cups, he had come prepared to share, he poured of us each a generous serving from an insulated thermos and handed them to us. It was very warm and the cup went right to my lips. It was delicious, just the right mix of sweet and sour, with an underlying musk of Tequila. I easily downed half of it, as it was so tasty. "Easy there Pal," Bob rumbled around his smoldering cigar, "That shit is potent." I simply nodded and took more measured sips. We spent the next ten minutes idly as Terry told us of his recent trip to Hawaii and I began to feel the warmth from the Margarita spread out from my tummy. I was laughing easily now and was quite relaxed. A young man approached during our conversation; he looked to be a bit older than me, early or mid-twenties. He was shorter than me, slight of build and very tan, all over. He looked to be a Filipino or Polynesian. I glanced down and saw his penis was quite small and his balls quite attractively compact.

"Hi Bob," he drawled languidly, "Spread some lotion on my back?"

Bob cracked one eyelid and smiled "Sure Paul."

Paul lowered himself to the edge of Bob's towel facing away from him and waited. Sitting up Bob pulled a container of Coconut oil from his beach bag, scooped a generous portion onto his left palm, and rubbed both hands together. Applying it to Paul's Shoulders he began to work his way down, eventually reaching the top of his buttocks. Paul sighed, "Make sure you get it all," and rose up onto all fours.

"Oh, you'll get it all," Bob husked around his stogie.

After depositing some more oil into his hand, he worked his way up Paul's legs and slathered both of his small tight cheeks. He then pulled one of his cheeks aside and revealed his little brown star. I had never seen one before so clearly, but he seemed to have no problem having it exposed. Bob then rubbed a dollop of Coconut Oil on it in a circular motion working his way to the center, while Paul parted his legs slightly. Bob turned and glanced briefly at me, smiled knowingly, then turned back. He took a quick puff on his Stogie, then slid his middle finger up the second knuckle into his hole. Paul gasped, I realized I had been staring up until this point, I was at a bit of a loss. I quickly looked back at Terry.

"It's OK," he said grinning, "They know each other."

When I glanced back, Bob had worked his chubby, calloused finger all the way in and was rotating his wrist. "Yes!" Paul hissed and Bob looked back at me again.

"I think he's ready."

He rose to his knees, and I could see his fat veiny cock jutting out. He applied some Coconut Oil to the shaft and stroked it. Without thinking I moved around to Bobs side to get a better view and as I settled next to him, I could see Bob had brought his shiny member to full tumescence. My head was swimming in Ace, the air so warm, and my cock was rising towards my stomach. Bob rose a bit more and moved right up behind him. Holding his swollen cock with one hand and using the other to keep Paul's bud in view, he pressed his swollen cock head against his little brown star. Taking a breath Bob grunted, gave a little thrust and I watched as his helmet popped in.

"God!" Paul hissed.

Bob replied, "Yep, that's me," smiling around his clenched cigar. Starting slowly, he proceeded to gradually pump his shaft into that tight little hole. When he had guided his cock about hallway in, he took his hand off Paul's cheek and slid both his hands to his hips. Paul lowered his chest to the towel and arched his back, presenting himself. Bob growled and started to thrust. I watched transfixed as Bob's fat penis stretched him and went in deeper with each thrust. It wasn't long before his ass fully engulfed Bob's meat and his balls were pressed against him. Bob picked up the pace and Paul matched his rhythm. I couldn't look away as slapping noises emanated from their bodies.

"Fuck Yea!" Bob moaned, his extremely hard, glistening shaft sliding in and out of Paul's ass, all the while Paul uttering sounds of total pleasure, "Take that cock!" he grunted, "got the need to breed."

"What's that?" I asked slightly out of breath, my own cock rock hard at this point.

I heard Terry's voice right behind me, "He is going to shoot his load inside him, I bet he already has a few in there already, he loves it."

"Fuck," I exclaimed, lowering myself onto all fours eager to watch the finish and get a closer look. I felt Terry start to caress my ass, and found myself responding to his touch, heat rising in me.

"You like that, Al?" Terry asked, I nodded.

"Good," He whispered back, "Very good."

Bob pulled his cock out, gripping it with one hand, he rubbed his moist bulbous head around Paul's anus, opened up now, and slightly pink on the inside. He out stroked it a few times, milking out a rivulet of precum that he rubbed into Paul's ass, before thrusting it back in and resuming his aggressive pumping. He continued to fuck Paul generously as I felt Terry move closer behind me. His hands were now exploring more deeply, and he coaxed my legs a little farther apart.

"Stroke his balls," Terry whispered, "He loves that,"

Without thinking I reached down between Bobs legs and cupped his balls caressing them and felt them tighten. Bob exclaimed "Hell yes!" and threw his head back, moaning loudly. I looked down, Bob had gripped Paul's Hips tightly as his half-inserted penis thickened. His body shivering as I felt his sack tighten even more and pulsate as it emptied into Paul's hole.

"Bob always delivers," Terry drawled, as I watched Bob thrust it all the way in, holding it there. Judging by what I had experienced the day before, he was filling his colon up with his copious seed. Paul's ass visibly contracted around it, coaxing the full measure out.

"Fuck me!" Bob huffed, finally letting his slimy cock slide out, a trickle of his thick sperm dribbling out of Paul's well used hole. Bob lay back on his towel, breathing hard, "You have to love this beach weather."

Paul stood up smiling, "Thanks' Bob," looking down at his wet cock, then glancing at me, he remarked, "He does always deliver," and set off down the beach.

As I watched Paul walk away, I was still on my hands and knees, my cock aching. I felt Terry gently part one of my cheeks and his slim fingertip applied gentle pressure on my anus. It was quite moist; he had prepped his digit as well. I had touched myself there before, even slipped a fingertip in to see what it felt like, but I had never been turned on like now.

"That OK? He asked.

"Uh Huh," I husked

"OhhhKayyy" he purred and gently started to work it in, "Try to relax, you will enjoy this."

He slowly thrust it in and out, twisting it and applying more oil to keep it well lubed. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but a sensation of warmth started to spread to my cock and my belly, and I started to stroke myself. Before long, his finger was all the way in, and he was wiggling it when it bottomed out. I looked up and Bob had risen, propped up on one arm, watching, smiling with his approval.

"That feel good?" Terry asked, I nodded vigorously, my head swimming. He looked over at Bob, "He likes it."

"Knew he would," he commented puffing around his cigar, "Use two."

Terry chuckled and maneuvered his second finger in. "Oh!" I chirped; the sensation was intense. Terry placed his other hand in the small of my back pushing down gently as I remained still and adjusted. The uncomfortable feeling subsided and I started to relax. He said, "There we go," and resumed gently finger fucking me. He rubbed my back as he started to feel me open up. His hand disappeared from my back, and I heard a wet sound, it was Terry lubing up his cock. He withdrew his fingers and I felt him lay the shaft of his hard cock along the crack of my ass. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "You want this?"

"Yes!" I replied, I was so hot, stroking myself furiously, Terry had prepared me expertly.

"Good boy," He affirmed, like Bob he used one hand to pull a cheek aside and apply a big portion of Coconut oil to my already slippery hole. I felt blunt pressure as he placed his cock head against my back door. "Take a deep breath," I inhaled sharply and he pushed, I saw stars for moment as he popped the head in, it was like his fingers, just more.

"Oh!" I gasped again, "Fuck."

Terry, paused for a second, "You are doing great dude just give it a moment, try pushing out a little." We stayed like that for maybe 30 seconds, Terry rubbing my back asked again, "You, OK?" I adjusted, faster this time, pushing out slightly, heat intensifying from my groin to my belly. I nodded, he resumed gentle pressure and I felt him inching into me, feeling myself stretch, but not uncomfortably.

"How's he doing?" Bob asked

"He's a natural, very tight, but slick," Terry purred.

I finally felt his body press up against me.

"Balls deep," he sighed and slowly began rocking his hips, as he withdrew his cock I felt an odd grainy sensation, not unpleasant at all. With his cock head still inserted he applied more coconut oil and pushed it in again, it slid in easier this time. "Oh yes," he rasped, picking up his pace, sliding, in and out, and holding my hips tightly. I was moving with him now, a sensation in me that I had never experienced. I could feel his pendulous balls tapping mine as his thrusts had become rapid and deep. I dropped my chest to the towel as Paul's had and felt myself open up fully.

"Oh Man!" Terry exclaimed, as he continued to pound me, "he's squeezing me."

"He is gifted," Bob chuckled.

I could hear someone walking by, commenting, "Breaking in another one Bob?"

"I love my work," He offered. As Terry continued to pump my ass Bob maneuvered over and looked down to observe my stretched hole gulping his rock-hard cock, He reached down placing fingers to each side of Terry's cock and rubbing.

"Terry is going to fill you up, his sperm isn't as thick as mine, but he shoots more," Bob said.

I nodded gasping, "Yes please!"

"You heard the boy," Bob grunted

He gripped my hips and went into me as deeply as he could gasping, "Ride the wave!" His torso jerked and his penis stretched me a little more. Convulsing, I could feel it deliver gobs of creamy ball chowder. If he were any deeper inside me, I would have had sperm in my stomach. "Take it, take it, take it," he repeated. I wanted all his seed, reaching between my legs, I caressed his balls, while stroking my own painfully hard member. My head swayed back and forth as I shot my molten sperm onto the towel, I almost blacked out. I don't know how much time passed. As I felt him begin to soften, and slide out, he paused while it was still partially inserted and methodically milked the remaining contents of his fuck stick into me, shivering randomly.

"You need it all," He commented, and after the rest of his cock slipped out, he used his finger to push any that oozed out back in, "All of it."

I slumped down onto the towel totally spent. He turned asking Bob, "How long is he going to be here?"

"Eight more days, been here two" he replied, puffing his cigar.

"Damn, he is on the accelerated program," Terry observed.

"Yep, I filled his belly yesterday," he replied, "He swallowed it all, impressive for his first time."

"A natural..." Terry snickered.

Bob rubbed my back, "You OK Al? Terry is a good first-time experience, his cock is slender and smooth, he produces a lot of precum."

I pushed myself back up, feeling a little dizzy, "Ive never felt so, well so full, and man I came hard!"

Bob simply nodded and we reclined back on our towels. We spent the rest of the afternoon swimming, snacking and having a bit more Ace. As the sun started to dip Bob and I bid Terry farewell.

"Hope to see you soon," he crooned.

I smiled and nodded, "Definitely"

We made out way up the hill and as we reached the drive in front on Bobs trailer, I turned to walk towards my campsite.

Bob stated, "Get some rest, every day is a test and so far, you are a star student"

"I will," I smiled, and as I walked up the hill and felt my ass moist with Terry's sperm, I thought "Yes Sir."