U’s a little hottie
I didn’t know the guys name, all I knew was he was at the motel on business and needed a fag to abuse. I left five hours later with a load dripping out my ass and bruises all over for disobeying. It was easily the best night of my life
Camp Bro-Fo – Part 2 – Hard, Driving Day/Flaming Hot First Night
Brian had blown a big load of his sweet white hot jizz into my mouth, managed to stay on the road, and fished my rock hard cock out of my Speedo. We quickly switched places and soon I was commandeering the big beast, with Brian on his knees slurping up & down on my hard shaft. There I was, behind the wheel of a forty-five foot Millennium Prevost motor coach, driving up the 101 freeway towards Buellton, with a hot-as-fuck frat-boy down between my legs, sucking my cock, licking my balls, and occasionally slipping his wandering tongue around and almost into my jock-boy ass. This trip was starting out exactly how I had hoped. Brian managed to bring me to a climatic mind-blowing orgasm, just as I swung the massive beast into a rest stop right near the Lompoc/Vandenberg AFB split at State Route 1. I was licked clean, kissed, and tucked, before either the dudes in back or the dudes in tow managed to make their way out of their own love-making situations and out into the fresh air. I pulled on my shorts, tank, and flip-flops and left Brian to explain why we pulled into the rest stop when we had “facilities” on board. I needed to take a wicked piss, exited through the front cabin door, and made a beeline for the public facilities.
The five other dudes were all sitting at an adjacent picnic table as I made my way back to the RV. They were chatting about some year-end fraternity party coming up the next month. It always amazed me how quickly they were able to go from sexual liaison to “frat-chat” without blinking…..as if nothing had just happened and no one had seen or done nothing. I guess I needed to get used to the “don’t ask – don’t tell” unspoken rule that these frat-dudes seemed to all share. I wasn’t sure if it was a “guy thing”, a “bi-thing”, or a “shy-thing”, but whatever it was……nobody was gonna be talking about the “gay-things” we all were just engaged in. It bugged me in a strange way, but if I wanted to be included, which I really did, I’d have to “play” along. After another ten minutes of random conversation, we all returned to our respective vehicles and continued our trek towards Lake Cachuma.
We reached our destination as the sun still shone brightly in the western sky. It was still early in the camping/RV season and we were fortunate to have a fairly secluded hook-up sight close to the lake, but away from the few other holiday campers due to the large size of Brian’s parents’ RV. We all were assigned tasks by Dave and Mike, including setting up a few tents far enough away from the RV to allow for some “privacy” even amongst each other. These guys thought of everything. This wasn’t my first “frat-dude” camping trip, so I kind of knew the drill. The tents were used for those times when two or more of the dudes would slip off and want to do some “exploring” of their “curiosities”. What a bunch of in-denial closeted fags. But, who am I to complain…..frat-meat was on the menu tonight and the next night and I was hungry. I had my wood collected, tent pitched, and fishing pole sorting done and started helping Jonnie and Brian preparing dinner and building our first camp fire. By the time the sun was setting we had already polished off a feast of a steak dinner and several bottles of beer, each, and settled in for what promised to be a very bromo-erotic evening.
We all sat near the roaring campfire, after dinner, playing cards and shooting the shit. At one point, the tequila bottle appeared. That was my queue for “things are about to get interesting”. Big brother Dave poured everybody a healthy shot and toasted his fellow frat-bro’s as he slugged back the first of many shots to come. The hard liquor was a critical part of the whole ritual. The drunker they got, the closer we all got to “getting busy”. Within an hour, I was feeling no pain. Dave made up some lame excuse about taking a look at the lake and soon both he and Mike were off somewhere doing what comes naturally between two drunken frat dudes. Jonnie and Sean were having “eye-sex” even though both of them could barely keep their own eyes from squinting due to the smoke from the camp-fire and the effects of the tequila. Soon after Mike followed Dave towards the lake, Sean pulled Jonnie up from where he was sitting and told him they were going for a hike….Hike my ass……Sean was going for “Round 2” and hike his walking stick up Jonnie’s “wonder trail”. That just left me and Brian, sitting at the camp fire, directly across from each other, staring hungrily at each other. I wasn’t in the mood for playing games. I stood up, stumbled around the camp fire, and sat down next to him.
“What’s up bro???” Brain asked
“My cock…….bro…..” I replied
“Jeez….you sure aren’t shy.” Brain stated
“Nope…..don’t play games either. Not gonna pretend like I wanna go see the lake. Not gonna ‘go on a hike’ with you. Not gonna even claim that I don’t wanna do this……..” I replied and then looked right at him, leaned in, and gave him a kiss.
Brian seemed to like my direct approach. His lips crushed against mine and we kissed each other with intensely and passionately. When our tongues intertwined, I felt him reach up and put his hands on either side of my face. It gave me the opportunity to push him back a little without the ability to balance himself. I felt rather aggressive for some reason and had him on his side and then his back. I swung my legs over his torso and straddled him as we continued kissing. I started grinding my body and my rock hard cock into him, beneath me, as we made out in the dim light of the campfire. We both audibly moaned as we enjoyed exploring the taste of one another and the feeling of our hard cocks rubbing against the others with only our shorts and briefs separating them. We kissed for what seemed like almost an hour before taking it to the next level.
Let me you a little something about frat-dude Brian. My brother Dave and Brian were roommates and in the same fraternity. Brian and Dave played football together in high school, but Brian’s go-to sport has always been swimming. He has the classic swimmers physique. He’s tall, lanky, broad shoulders, well-developed pecs, killer abs, a beautiful v-shaped torso, narrow hips, a lip-smacking, bone-hardening muscular chiseled swimmer’s bubble butt ass that looks hot-as-fuck in and out of his Speedo, a big, thick, fat cock, that looks equally impressive in his Speedo, sitting on top of a nice plump pair of shaved plum-sized, suckable, balls full of an endless supply of sweet, creamy cum. He has dark brown hair that looks almost black when it’s wet, and a pair of blue eyes that would make almost anybody become hypnotized just by looking into them. It’s hard not to look at him and not think “what a hot-as-fuck jock dude”. He has a beautiful girlfriend and claims he’s “straight” to all his family and friends. Whenever he’s with Dave, Sean, Mike, and Jonnie, he seems to forget his sexual orientation and just goes with the flow.
The “next level” had Brian trying to tug off my shorts in order to get to my Speedo. We were still making out in front of the campfire and Brian’s hands were at the waist of my shorts, pulling and rolling my shorts over my hip bones and halfway down my ass. I followed his lead and started pulling his shorts off his lean slim torso. I was much more successful than he was and had his shorts and briefs down in a flash. I raised my hips slightly and unbuttoned the top two buttons on my shorts to give the guy a little help. Within a minute, we were back to kissing and grinding our hot sweaty naked jock boy bodies against each other on top of a few towels we pulled from an adjacent folding chair. Brian moaned and groaned as I sucked his mouth, tongue, and lips with passion and unbridled lust. I looked down into his eyes as our two cocks worked their own magic, making us both rock hard and covered in a mixture of our own pre-cum. At one point he broke away from our mouth sex, even though our cocks kept erotically frotting back and forth against each other as I slipped and slid up and down on against his pre-cum-drooling steel-hard fuck pipe.
“Dude…Fuck….Dude…..Let’s move …….move this to one of the tents……….”He gasped.
“Oh…….Kayyyyyyyy……..” I barely responded.
I started to pull myself up but Brian kept kissing me and grinding his cock against mine. I wanted to get up and rush with him about 20 yards to a small tent we had set up earlier, in anticipation of a situation just like this, between some “couple” of paired up dudes who wanted a little privacy. Every time I started to pull away in order to get up, Brian kept pulling me down and moving his hot swimmer’s dude body beneath me that kept me right there in the “thick of things”. Eventually he was raising his legs up and inter-twining them in mine, making it nearly impossible to stand.
I didn’t feel like giving Dave and Mike, nor Sean and Jonnie a free show, if they were to finish up their “walk” and/or “hike” before Brian and I finished our
“fire-side chat/boys gone wild campfire fuck-fest”. Had it been just Brian and I there, on our own, I would gladly continue where this all was going, right there in front of the fire. The thought of my two brothers and their two “frat-bro-bitches” giving up either pointers, and/or points for style and technique forced me to take a temporary time out. I continued our mutual stimulation below the belt, but pulled my face up and looked at those baby blue dude-killers…..“Bri…..we need to go to the tent. I don’t want Dave and Jon…..to…..tooooooo….” I tried to say
“Fuck’em…..Let’em watch….I don’t give a flying fuck….”Brian slurred in reply….
“Dude……come on….I care….They’ll never stop tease’in me…”I implored.
“Fine…..but we’re gonna go to the RV….to the bed…..I wanna be fucked by you in the bed….”Brian concluded.
“Okay…..fine….the RV….the bed…..anything’s better than out here…..in the dark….on a bunch of towels…..” I sighed with relief.
I stopped my grinding. He stopped his. We kissed softly a few more times. I stood up and looked at the RV, trying to judge the distance, wondering how I’d be able to keep my hands off this hot stud for less than 10 yards. I looked down at Brian. He was attempting to get into a position to stand up without falling over into the adjacent campfire or the dirt on the other side of the towels. I stood over him and grabbed his hand to help him up. There I was, and 18 year old high school wrestler, six feet tall, 170 pounds of skin and well-conditioned muscle. I was hot, sweaty, pretty smashed, ravenously horned beyond belief, rock hard, and standing over a 21 year old championship swimmer who was in the same condition I was in, only allegedly “straight”.
I got him to his knees. He definitely was not “straight”…..Especially when, instead of standing up, he took one good look at my hard, pre-cum-covered, glistening, throbbing, pulsating cock, and started sucking on it like a starving calf on its mother’s teat. I tried in vain to get him to stop……yeah right…..I tried real hard…..and eventually gave up and just started running my fingers through his dark-drown, tousled sweat-drenched hair, as he tried to take more and more of my hard dick into his mouth and down his throat. My legs grew weaker and weaker as he managed to slurp and suck more of my cock into his warm wet mouth. Eventually my knees buckled and I was back down on the heap of towels with Brian going gonzo on my cock. His head was bobbing up and down on my cock and he was moaning and groaning louder than I was. I thrashed my head back and forth and flailed my arms around in pre-orgasmic bliss. Frat-dude “straight-boy” Brian was giving some of the best head I had ever received.
Note to self:
Ask “straight” brother Dave how his frat-bro “straight” Brian learned how to suck another dude’s cock like a “not-so-straight-dude” cock-sucking pro…..
He was going to make me cum if he kept sucking my cock as good as he was. I had to make him stop or I’d never get to the hot, tight, swimmer-dude’s ass. I reached down and grabbed a fist-full of his hair, and gently tugged in order to get his attention. He looked up at me with those gorgeous baby blue eyes but kept sucking on the head of my cock.
“Bri……Briannnnnn……what about going to the bed in the RV? What about …..” I attempted to ask him
He took the head of my throbbing cock out of his mouth, licked it a few times, kissed it a few times, looked up at me, smiled, and said
“Fuck the RV……and fuck me………right here for all I care…..”
“But……..But…….”I again attempted to rationalize with him.
My words were lost on Brian as he dove back down on my cock with renewed gusto. I tugged at his bobbing mane a few times, with really no intention of stopping him. I just wanted him to stop sucking my cock in order not to cum. Eventually I managed to pull his hair long and hard enough to get him to start working his way up, from my cock, to my stomach, abs, and pecs. Within minutes he was sucking on my nipples and grinding the head of his engorged cock into the base of my balls. If he didn’t move any higher soon, I would have been the one getting fucked due to my instinctual need to raise up my legs when a cock is so close to my ass.
I gave the swimmer dude another big hair-tug and his cock slid right along mine as he attacked my throat, chin, and neck with sloppy, yet satisfying drunk-frat-dude kisses, licks, and nips. I wrapped my arms around him in order to pull him closer and jockey for position. By the time his lips had reached my lips, I was ready to get Brian into “position”. I kissed him with passion, adding my tongue, to keep him distracted from the fact that my move to get him on his back and legs up on my shoulders might end up with both of us more flaming than the bromosexual fucking he was about to get from another dude….and dangerously close to or even on top of the campfire. What the hell….I’ve been burned before….especially by a “straight” frat-dude and his big thick cock buried balls-deep in my flaming sword-skewered tight as fuck jock-boy ass. It was time for a little payback…..
Our eyes were locked as I intertwined my legs in Brian’s. He thought I was getting closer. I knew I was about to execute a classic wrestler leg move to lock legs and use my upper torso, pressed homo-erotically close to my unsuspecting opponents hot, sweaty, singlet-encased body and rock-hard cock to flip him on his back, pin my own hot sweaty body and rock hard cock on top of him , do some homoerotic, flagrant cock-grinding, and go for the win….and possible post match hook-up…..depending on the “grind-back” ratio……anyway…..I digress…..
I managed to keep us both hot as fuck, but out of the camp fire, as I quickly rolled Brian onto his back. He wrapped his hands around my neck and his legs around my waist as we kissed each other and re-adjusted our bodies a little further from the hot asses……I mean ashes…. I pulled away from Brian so I could spit into my hand in order to both coat my cock and possibly shove a finger our two into his hot, tight ass….The accumulated sweat on our bodies and dripping down the crack of his ass would have to suffice otherwise. As I spit a big wad of saliva into my palm, Brian looked first, down between us at his own pre-cumming cock, sliding up and down against my stomach and abs, and then up at me with those big beautiful lipid pools of sea-blue “cum-fuck-me” eyes
“Fuck Me Teddy…….I wanna feel your cock inside me dude……” Brian moaned.
“Fuck yeah dude……you ready?????” I asked.
Brian moved his legs higher as my cock slid down the crack of his sweaty ass and over his puckered hole. I reached down and swiped my cock up and down his ass crack, giving it a good coating of his oily, warm sweat and my spit. I ran my middle and index fingers over his hot tight hole and eventually into him. Brian liked the feeling of my fingers as he humped his ass back and forth trying to get as much of them inside of him as possible. His ass was so tight and strong, I could feel his ass ring literally grasping and sucking my fingers into his smooth, incredibly sexy, tight frat-boy ass. He didn’t need to answer. The dude was more than ready. He was begging for it……
I slipped my pre-cumming rock hard cock into his beautiful swimmer’s dude chiseled smooth tight ass. I was in fuck’in heaven as I slowly sunk into my frat-boy’s sweet upturned insides. Brian moaned as I bottomed out into him and my torso pushed his balls and cock up against my abs. I looked down at him and he seemed as if he was in pure dude-fucking ecstasy. I lowered my upper body and crushed my lips against his as I slowly pulled out of him until just the head of my cock remained. His normally wide big blue eyes were now just heavy-lidded slits as he groaned with guttural satisfaction. I slid my long hard cock back into him fast and hard. Brain screamed as I impaled him with my steel hard dick. I looked around sheepishly worried “someone” would hear us. It was too late, even if they did. As I pondered our fate, Brian’s ass was milking my cock for all it was worth. I forgot what I was thinking about as I looked back down at him. I lowered my face again to his and kissed him again as I started pumping my cock in and out of his amazing, tight, hot, frat-dude, swimmer-boy’s ass. We lost all perspective as we both fucked like catholic school boys all alone at boarding school on Christmas break…. (Another story for another time…..LOL!!!!!) I was fascinated by “straight-dude” Brian’s incredible appetite for getting fucked good and hard by another dude’s long hard fat cock. The harder I slammed into him, the louder he yelled for more. The combination of that and the fact that we were totally out in the open, with me pounding away at his beautiful ass shifted me into overdrive. I reached up and pulled his hands from the back of my neck. I pinned them up above his head as I pumped in and out of him double-time. Brian moans and groans transitioned into a chorus of “Ahhhh”, “Harder Dude” and “Fuck Yeah”.
I was giving him everything I had, as I grabbed his cock and jacked it while I plowed into him over and over. I pushed my whole body forward to move his ass up higher, pound into from a different angle, and hit is “P-spot”. I knew I had hit gold when Brian’s eyes popped wide open and those blue orbs had big black iris’ looking back at me without any words coming from his open, “O” shaped mouth. Brian started rocking his head back and forth as I fucked and jacked……fucked and jacked…..fucked and jacked. I heard a low growl rising from within him as his ass gripped my rock hard cock with claw-like ferocity. His cock thickened as his balls pulled up tight and he threw his head back. He was gonna cum and that, in turn, was gonna make me cum.
Fuck Me……Teddy……..Fuck Me Hard…….” Brian moaned loudly.
I bared-down hard, kept pounding in an out of him, lowered my body so I was jacking his cock against my abs, as I sucked on his neck, throat and ear. I could feel his cock expanding and contracting in my hand as he arched his back. He was definitely gonna cum….right along with me…..
“Fuck Me …………… Dave”…..Brian yelled as our first blast of cum rocketed out of our respective cocks
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh……………It’s Teddy………..” I moaned.
“Fuck Me ………………… Mike” Brian yelled out as the second blast shot out of our cocks in sync….
“It’s ………….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh………….Teddy………..” I looked down at him now and started getting a little bit bothered….along with a lot more turned on……..
“Fuck Me ………….….Sean” Brian moaned as a third ribbon of cum shot up and out of his cock and onto my chin and face, while mine continued to match his……… deep inside his ass…..
“I’m Teddy damn it……Fuckin God-damned Teddy……dude……for chrissakes…..” I yelled at him as he just kept his head arched and rode out his orgasm.
“Oh My God……Fuck Yeah………….Jonnie?” Brian groaned as his final shot of cum hit him in his own face.
“That sounded like a……..a…….ohhhhhh……fuck yeah……………..a…..question……” I stated as I blasted my own last big shot into his suctioning well-pounded ass and then collapsed down on top on him…..
We crushed our lips together as his sweaty body slumped back down from his arched position. Brian looked deep into my eyes as he kissed me with full tongue and our sweaty cum-splattered torso ground together.
“Dude…are you all right?” I whispered to him
I heard a round of applause coming from somewhere.
“He looks well-fucked to me bro…..” I heard my brother Dave say…..
“Fucked right…..for sure bro….” I heard frat-dude Mike add…
“Smiling and satisfied……dude….” I heard frat-dude Sean chime in….
“Damn Teddy……what a hot little fucker bro…..” I heard Jonnie round out the comments from the penis gallery…..
“Damn straight Teddy dude…..hot fuck’in fuck…….” Brian moaned and kissed me softly…
“FUCK…………….” Was all I could manage as I looked up and into the four other Camp Bro-Fo camper faces.
They were all fully-clothed, yet had obviously paired up and fucked their “camping partner-bro” themselves, based on their disheveled appearance and their all-boned, cum-stained crotches.
“Is that a statement “FUCK” or a request “FUCK”…….. One of them asked, as I tucked my face back down into Brian’s neck.
“What do you think………” I groaned……….
TO BE CONTINUED………………………….
Xoxo……………………Teddy
