Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2011 09:07:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Jarbear Jarbear <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Gay Campground - 65 By email@example.com. Write me and let me know what you think. I answer all emails. Also, I have a layout of the campground as I see it when I write the chapters. If you would like one to go along with the chapters as you read them, just ask and I'll email you a copy. I keep an outline of the chapters & list of characters as I go to use as reference so I don't get mixed up. If you'd like an outline, let me know. After every five chapters, I would recommend you ask for an updated outline as I add to it after every chapter. Three weeks have passed and the bunkhouse and canteen/store were just completed. The construction crew was not yet finished with Brad's cottage, but they were making progress. The bikers' weekend was coming up in two weekends and there was a lot to get done in preparation. Today is Thursday. The equipment and furniture for the canteen/store were to arrive this morning and I worked in my office until their arrival. I was excited to get this business set up and going for the campers. I had met with Kevin who was employed to run the store. We worked on the design of the building to make it handicap accessible since he was a quadraplegic. The more I worked with him, the more I was convinced that he was very capable for the job. He was proving himself very well. Then the buzzer in the office rang, indicating that there was a delivery in the back. I quickly went through the back door, went through the door into the service/delivery building, and put on the jump suit hanging on the peg. When I walked into there main area, there were two men standing there waiting for me. One was holding a clipboard. Once they saw me, the one holding the clipboard immediately spoke, "We've got the furniture and equipment for a store. Have we come to the right place?" "Yes, you have. We have just completed building it and you've got our order for the equipment and furniture." "Great. Where do you want it?" "Well," I said hesitatingly, "I'm going to be up front with you. This is a gay nude campground and the building is in the main area of the grounds. I just wanted to let you know that there are naked men walking around and some activity may be going on. It's your decision. You can unload it all here and the staff and I will take care of it, or you can drive into the grounds and unload it into the new building." They looked at me, then at each other, then back at me. "Well-l-l-l," one said hesitatingly. "Tell you what," I interrupted, " I'll give you a choice. If it's easier for you to unload it all here, fine. Go ahead. We can take care of it. But if you deliver it to the new building and unload it there I'll give you both a good tip. But let me remind you, there will be nude guys walking around and possibly some gay activity. Which do you feel more comfortable doing?" The two men stared at me for a moment, then at each other, then one spoke: "Is it okay with you if we step out for a moment and talk about it and then let you know our decision?" "Fine. I'll wait here." They stepped outside and it wasn't but a couple of minutes before they returned. "We could use the tip. We'll deliver it and unload it in the new building. But you gotta promise that those naked guys won't make a move on us." "No problem. Drive around and I'll meet you at the entrance and show you where to go." I went to the back door, took off the jump suit and hung it back up on the peg. I then cut through the registration building. I was waiting for them at the entrance when they approached and pointed to the new building which was almost across the drive from the registry building. They slowly pulled through and to the front of the building. As they drove by me towards the new canteen building, the driver got a good look at my nakedness. I pretended not to notice and followed them. The truck then backed up to the front door. The men hopped out, walked around to the back and opened up the back trailer doors. "I'm really excited about this," I confessed to them, "I sure hope this store helps the business," extending my hand out to one of them, I continued, "By the way, I'm Bob. I own and run this place." "I'm Stan," he said, reaching his hand out to me and shaking it. At the same time, he glanced down at my cock. Pointing to the other man he continued, "He's Paul. We're subcontracted under the company to make these deliveries and setups. Paul and I are our own company. Well, we better get to work. If we keep busy, we should get everything unloaded, assembled, setup and going in a couple of days." "Well, I'll leave you to your work. I'll come back and after a while and see if you need more help and I'll have a couple of sodas for you." I then headed back to the office. But then I stopped and thought, "I wonder how the guys will handle working in this setting." So I decided to keep myself hidden and watch what they do. Who knows, I might have to intervene in a tough situation. Paul and Stan seemed to be busy at their work as they unloaded the truck. Then some campers walked by and the two workers notice them. They paused to watch them as they passed. When the campers turned and looked back at them after they had passed, Paul and Stan stared back briefly, then went back to work and unloaded a piece of furniture and took it into the building. When Stan walked back to the truck, there was a noticeable bulge in his pants. "Hmmm," I thought to myself, "That guy is letting onto something." He took another piece of funiture into the building and then Paul walked out. He briefly looked right and left, then adjusted his crotch. "Methinks that he's kind of excited too," I again thought to myself. Then I had a plan. When a couple of campers walked by, I whispered out a call to them. They saw me and walked over to where I was. "I need to you help me out on a plan," I told them, "See those two guys working over there? I think they kinda like guys and I need to find out for sure." Pointing to a visible picnic table, I instructed them to go over and start sexually making out. I wanted to see how Paul and Stan would react. I instructed them to pretend as if the guys weren't there and weren't watching them. They agreed heartily to do it. They walked casually to the picnic table with their arms around each others' waist. They sat on the picnic table bench faced away from the workers and started casually kissing. When the workers came out to the truck to get another load, they noticed the two campers, got a good look at them, but then continued their work. One camper then sat on top of the picnic table and the other camper sat on the bench between the first's legs and began blowing him. The workers came out, got another good look at them and resumed their work. Then the campers got more intense by both getting on top of the table and doing a 69. Paul came out alone this time, saw them and stopped. He stared at them for a moment and reached down and groped his crotch. He walked into the trailer, got a chair and as he carried it into the building, he watched them again as he walked by. Stan came out and saw them. He stopped momentarily and licked his lips as he watched. Then he went in the trailer and got a chair and didn't look at them when he entered the building. I got the feeling that not enough progress was being made. The two campers by then had shot their loads into each other's mouths and were finished with their show. I had to come up with another plan. I decided to go back to my office and get some work done and Brad was doing his work when I entered the building. I asked Brad to get on the speaker and call for Randy, Tim and Frank to come to the office. A few minutes later all three arrived and I invited them, including Brad into my office. "We need to brainstorm and I need some ideas from you guys. The furniture and equipment for the canteen/store has arrived and two guys are unloading them. I'm trying to see if they are interested in guys, but having no luck. I think they are because I had two campers put on a show in front of them, but all they did was watch a little and grab their crotches. "How long are they going to be here?" asked Randy. "They say that they have two days' work at least." "Where are they going to spend the night?" "I don't know. I didn't ask them." "Why don't you offer your trailer? The construction crew has moved into the bunkhouse now that it's finished. They can save money by not staying in a motel. Then tell them that the trailer shower doesn't work and that they'll have to use the shower in the barn. Then why don't we be visible in separate spots with campers doing our thing and see what happens from there?" "Sounds like a good idea. I'll approach them when it's their break time." "Anything we can do?" asked Frank. "Act natural -- only be visible about it in front of them." They all laughed. When I felt like it was break time I approached the pair. "Hey guys, where are you going to spend the night?" "Coming here we saw a motel about 15 minutes from here," said Paul. "We thought we'd check in there." "I've got my camper trailer you can stay in. It's really nice and you can save youself the money by staying there. I won't charge you anything. Interested?" Paul and Stan looked at each other and Stan spoke, "Sure, why not?" "The only problem is that the shower in the trailer doesn't work and you'll have to use the shower in the barn if that's okay with you." "Where is the shower in the barn?" "Well, are you about to take your break? I can show it to you now." "We can use a break," said Paul, putting down his tools, "Whaddaya say Stan, wanna see the place?" "Might as well if we're going to be here a couple of days," Stan replied. "OK. Follow me," I said as I began walking towards the barn, "I'll take you right to the showers." They quickly caught up with me by the time I got to the barn so that we walked in together. I wanted to be able to see their reactions to the different scenes on the way to the showers. We first passed by the hot tub. There were a few guys sitting in it and relaxing, but no action. They called out and waved to me and I waved back as they resumed their normal conversation. I then lead them under the left loft to the different stalls. The showers were at the end of the hall so I slowed my walking pace to give Paul and Stan an little more time to look into the different stalls. We first passed by the workout room. There were only two guys there, but they were going at it. One was at the benchpress laid back on the bench. The other was straddled over him with his ass on the face of the first. It was obvious he was getting a rim job and it was obvious that he was enjoying it for he was moaning out loud. Paul and Stan stopped to gawk at what they saw. I stopped with them and said nothing. They didn't say anything, but Stan instinctively reached for his crotch and gave it an adjustment. Paul was licking his lips. "Ahem!" I said, interrupting their concentration. "I was showing you the showers?" I asked as I nodded toward the end of the hall. "Oh, yeah," Paul said. "What the fuck was that about?" he asked nodding towards the guys on the benchpress. "Oh, a guy getting a rim job," I said nonchalantly, "There are some guys who enjoy getting their asses tongued and eaten out, ya know." "Well," said Stan, clearing his throat, "I didn't know." "That's part of the gay life here. Shall we move on?" I then began moving on down the hall. We passed the sling room and Paul and Stan had to stop again. There was a camper in a sling with his legs raised and hooked on the chains. One camper was fucking his ass furiously while another was fucking his mouth just about as hard. "Oh fuck," said Paul in amazement, "Will ya look at that!" "What's the matter?" I asked, turning back to them. "I never seen anything like that before." "Well, you learn a lot, then, coming to a place like this. Come on. I'll show you the shower." We then picked up the pace and entered into the shower room. One shower spicket was on and two campers were under it. One was on his knees in front of the other, sucking his cock furiously and deep. It was obvious that the suckee was about to blow. So I didn't say anything and just stood there. I didn't want to interrupt Paul and Stan's staring at the scene. As the blowjob pace picked up, the camper standing took hold of the sucker's head in his hand and then began to plow his cock deeper. As the mouth fucking continued, the camper on his knees reached aroun the camper standing and gripped his ass cheeks for better leverage. When the standing camper began the loud groaning, the sucker pulled off his cock a short distance and opened his mouth wide with his tongue hanging out. The one standing then gripped his cock, aimed, and perfectly shot his loads of cum into the open mouth. When he was done shooting, he immediately got down on his knees and the sucker then stood up. The one now on his knees looked up and opened his mouth wide. The sucker then slowly let the cumload drool out of his mouth into the open waiting mouth. As soon as it was in the kneeler's mouth, the one standing kissed him long and deep. "Wow!" said Stan under his breath, "That looks fuckin' hot!" "Oh, you like what you see?" I responded, acting surprised. "Yeah, no, well, uh, I don't know. I've never done anything like that before. How would I know?" "It looks like fun," said Paul, trying to act nonchalant. "Well," I replied, "You now know where the showers are. We've got a couple of minute left before your break is over. Want me to show you the rest of the barn?" "Sure, if you don't mind." I decided to take them right up to the far barn loft to the orgy and gloryhole areas. I figured it was time to set the trap. They followed me out of the lower loft and up the ladder. Stan was following right after me and part way up the ladder, I glanced behind me and caught Stan staring at my ass. "This is going to be good," I thought to myself. I decided to take them to the gloryholes first. Once we got to the area, I asked, "You guys ever got blowjobs through a gloryhole?" "Sure, I've had some great blowjobs," confessed Paul, "I go to the adult bookstore and get girls to suck me off when they're in the next booth." "Are you absolutely sure it's girls on the other side of the wall giving you those great blowjobs?" "Well, I'm pretty sure." "Guys give great blowjobs because they how a cock should feel. Girls don't know because they don't have cocks. In fact, why don't you stick your cock through that hole and I'll find someone to suck you off and then you tell me if it was like what you had before." "Sure!" said Paul. As he began unzipping, Stan spoke up, "Find someone for me, too. I want to find out for myself." Stan then started unzipping as well. "Just give me a couple of minutes, and I'll have a couple of willing guys for you," I said as I walked off. As I walked around the wall, I saw shy Tim cleaning up an area of the loft. I motioned him towards me and led him to the two gloryholes where the cocks were sticking through. "Let's have a contest," I whispered to him, "You suck one cock and I'll suck the other and see who swallows a cumload first." "You're on," said Tim excitedly. We each took a stool and sat before our respective cocks. I didn't know whether I had Stan's or Paul's cock. It didn't matter, I was just in the mood to suck some new cock. I was also determined to win these guys over if they were closeted gays as I thought they were. I decided to concentrate fully on the cock in front of me in order to win the challenge. The cock was hanging through the hole limp, so I began licking it with my wet tongue to get it excited and rising. Sure enough, it began to grow. Once erect, I wet my lips and slipped them over the hard shaft and began sucking. As I deepthroated it, I expertly massaged the underside of the cock with my tongue. As I continued to suck with the best of my ability (I'm always determined to win a cocksucking contest), I heard gasps and moans from the other side of the wall. And it wasn't just one voice I heard either. From what I heard, I could tell they were both enjoying it. So by the sound of things, I could tell that Tim was determined to win the challenge. So I decided to pick up the pace. I sucked harder and faster as I began to gently massage the balls hanging low in the sack. As I pulled off to get a quick breather, I glance over at Tim. As he was sucking fast and furious, his saliva was coming out of his mouth and drooling off his chin. "He's pretty good," I thought to myself, "I better get crackin'!" So plunged backk onto the cock in front of me. After a few more deepthroat/massage technniques, I heard loud grunting from the other side of the wall. Then I felt several spurts of cum shoot in my mouth. I held my mouth over the cock still until it was done shooting, not swallowing the load. I wanted to show Tim my winnings. When he was done, I turned to Tim. I gave the smile of victory as I opened my mouth to show him my prize. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, then opened his mouth to me, showing me his prize as well. It looks like a tie! We smiled as we leaned to each other and french kissed deeply, exchanging our louds and swallowing them. When we were done, I whispered to Tim, "Gotta get back to those guys. Thanks for helping me out!" I got up and hopped around the wall to the other side. Stan and Paul were just zipping up as I approached them. "Did a couple of guys satisfy you?" I asked, "I got called out on a quick maintenance problem." "You're right," Paul spoke up, "Guys are better cocksuckers than gals. I don't think I ever shot so much load in a mouth before. I hope he liked getting it as much as I did giving it." "I'm sure he did," I replied, "I think you guys better get back to work or else it's going to take you longer than two days to get done." "Would that be so bad?" Stan replied with a smirk as he walked by me.