Matthew enters the bath house to find it empty, and proceeds with the morning dump, until--flip flops
Camping Out PT 4
Dawn had finally arrived. The sun looked awesome as it slowly began to rise above the lake. A slight mist was hanging, and it was cool, about 72 degrees. I stood up and hauled out the monster---hadn't pissed for hours. As Kelso just sat there, with his elbows wrapped around his knees, he comments that I pissed like a race horse. I just grin—we had each killed about a 6 pac during the course of the night.
No one had yet to rise in the camp. It was only about 5:00 AM. Those that rode yesterday would be pretty worn out, and would most likely sleep late. I tell Kelso I had to take a dump, so I start the hike uphill to the bath house. Kelso stayed behind—technically you were still on watch until some activity began around the camp—you never left the equipment unguarded.
Upon entering I see the bath house is empty. Awesome, I think to myself. I prefer to shit alone, lol. I didn't have any problem tearin up some ass while someone watched, but that dump was just too personal. I hunch down with my elbows resting on top of my thighs, dropping my moto pants to my ankles. The first dump lasted a few seconds—damm, I thought, what all did I eat yesterday ?. The stink was loud and powerful. I scrimmish my face, and closed my eyes—lol---like that would help.
After just s few minutes I hear the squeak of flip flops on the concrete floor. There wasn't any door at the entrance to the mens house—just a big opening. If you stood just right—you could see dudes standing at the piss trough—but the showers and stalls were out of site. I didn't hear any further noise, so I assume whomever was just taking a piss, although for the most part most of the guys would just whip it out wherever they were standing if all they had to do was piss.
Finally, he speaks. “God damm homie you fuckin stink”! The voice exclaims. I kinda chuckle and respond, “Well ya dawg—that's why they call it shit !” “Ya dawg—but you extra loud”. I just chuckle again. Again, silence for a couple more minutes. I couldn't decide if the dude have left or not, until there appeared under the door a pair of flip flop clad feet. Nice looking feet too, lol, for a dude. I reach up with my right foot and tap the door open—they didn't have locks on them. It was Riley. I shoot him a grin. Slumping down on the toilet, with my back resting against the plumbing—not real comfortable—I place my feet together and spread my legs from the knees. “Wanna smell it better” I ask real sheepish like.
Riley drops to his knees and instantly engulfs my dick. I just throw my head backwards, against the wall, and let out a low throaty groan. Riley begins his magic on my swelling meat at once, and in no time has me at full vein poppin 9” of thick jock meat. The fuck juice starts oozing from my piss slit right away. I place my left hand on the top of his head, and guide my throbbing monster to the back of his throat. Riley flexes his throat muscles and my cock throbs, with my purple mushroom head now flaring out like a
d o g s . Groaning yet more, I continue to drive my meat into Riley's throat. Fuck—this
b o y is good. In another minute or so, I detect yet more squeaking on the floor, and then the sounds of shower heads—at least two. Early risers—some of the guys showered up every day, even twice if they got real dirty. Some just like staying dirty—it was after-all, the woods. A few, including myself, engaged in the 'funk contest'. No shower all week long, with the contest being who could stink the loudest by Friday afternoon. I usually won :)
I tap Riley on the head, and told him to spin around. He comes up off my dick smiling, and turning around, sits his super tite yung hole right down on the head of my dick. I have difficulty getting it in—he was pretty dry. So, with a 'fuck it' attitude, I just rake my right hand into the crack of my hairy ass, and come up with a handful of slime. Fisting my cockhead with my shit made it leap again---pretty much anything foul and disgusting turned me on, lol. I push him over, placing my hand on his back, and pulling him back to my face, deliver a mouthfull of spit and snot into his tite pink hole. Running my tongue around for a minute, I get him pretty well lubed up. Pulling him back now onto my head, I finally get it. I slide the whole 9” in at once, all the way to the pubes.
Riley lets out a sustained 'ahhhhhh' as I immediately began slamming his hole, as he jumps up and down on it. It only took a couple of minutes before I volley. One whiff of my bushy stinkin right pit was all it took—bamm--bamm--bamm--7 shots of thick heavy jizz I sent into Riley's guts. I throw my head back so hard—hitting the wall I let out an 'ahhh' myself. I continue to nut in Riley's ass forever—almost blacking out at the intensity. My abs are popping up like I had just worked them for an hour.
Finally spent, I slap him lightly on the back, and just mutter “get off me fag”, and Riley stands up, pulling up his cargo shorts. As he reaches for the door, I reach out and grab him by the back of his hair. “Where you goin fag—clean up ur mess” I bark at him. Spinning him around, and grabbing the top of his head, I pull Riley back down to my now dirty wet dick. “Suck me clean fag”, I ordered. Riley again swallows down my dick, still about half hard. With his magical tongue, and working up his spit he cleans my dick of his ass slime, jizz, and snot to a squeaky clean. Finally satisfied, I push him back, and kicking the door open, order him to 'get out'. Riley giggles and exits the stall.
As I stand up and pull up my moto pants, I notice the large puddle on the floor. LOL—I guess he got off too. We walk out together, noticing the two still in the showers. Pretty damm long showers, I observe. They were more of the straighter dudes in the camp, not into the 'dude on dude' stuff. I give them a snarl as we walk past, and just mumbled “mind ur fuckin buisiness”
After a couple of minutes of walking back to the camp, I turn to my right, and then left, and then stop and turn around. What the fuck happened to Riley ?? I just grin and thinks-- Hope they don't hurt him, lol.
Finally back at the 'watch station', Kelso exclaims “Where the fuck you been yo”? I just smile and grab my dick, as we head downhill to the camp. “Ahh jeez man—you mean you wasted that morning nut”? I grin again, and offer “Wasted it up Riley's ass”. “Ahh fuck yo—I thought I was ur only boi”, with a big grin. He continues, “I hear that punk got a super tite hole yo---what was it like?” I just grin again, “You know the rules Kelso—you don't talk about it”.
There is a bit of activity around the camp now---Kelso and me can crash out now. I walk by the coolers and fish out some chocolate milk, and grab a pop tart off the 'dry' table.
Munching down quickly, I assign Blankenship as co-ordinater for the day, and Kelso and me finally enter our tent. Stripping out of my moto pants, I crash face down onto my sleeping bag, exposing my hairy ass to the slight breeze coming through the tent. Thank God for that—it was already about 80 degrees. I detect the smell of my own ass—damm--forgot to even wipe it.
As the sound of 4-wheelers begin to come alive, I finally doze off.