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Introduction:

Dustin come out and tells Matthew of the festivities from last night with him, Andre, and Johnny. Matthew decides to get a piece of the action--along with half the other campers
Camping Out PT 7

I approach Dustin's tent, and give a rap on the block of wood near the entry. I forgot to mention earlier that all the tents had some type of makeshift 'doorbell' since you couldn't actually knock on a tent, lol.

“Who is it”? A voice answers.

“It's Matt”

“Ahh kewl dawg—come on in”.

I unzip the flap and step in, then turn to zip it back up. Turning back around, Andre's shinny black ass is almost in my face. Sweat is pouring from his face, down his back and ass, even the back sides of his thighs. And he is all up in Johnny's ass ! “Damm” I think—again ?

“Fuck, homie—that shit that good” ?

“Oh damm bro—I ain't had pussy that was this good”, as Andre continues the onslaught of Johnny's ass. As Dustin had described, Johnny is just laying there, on his belly, with his arms spread to his sides, grunting with every downstroke as Andre envades his guts.

Johnny, stretching his neck sideways, mutters between grunts, “You—doin--me--next--Matthew” ?

With a big grin, I grab my junk under my sweats, already half boned up, and just give it a squeeze. I finish off my coffee, and drop the cup onto the ground. Hooking my thumb into the waistband of my sweats and jock, and pulling them down to just under my low hanging hairy balls, I take my dick in my right fist and begin working it up. It only took a minute or so to get him fully boned up, now at it's full 9” of vein poppin meatyness.

About this time, Andre starts grunting himself, and grabbing Johnny by his waist, delivers about three body slams into Johnny's ass. They both cry out in some pretty loud 'ahhhhhhs' as Andre unloads his massive nut into Johnny's guts. Johnny is slapping his hand to the floor, but crying out in ecstasy.

I step over to just beside Andre, and just as he pulls out, leaving a trail of jizz down Johnny's ass crack, I jump in, and plow right into Johnny's sloppy ass. I plunge my whole 9” of thick jock meat to the balls. Like Andre, I began a ruthless plowing of Johnny's guts. “Oh fuck ya Matt—fuck ya” was all Johnny could get out.

I notice Andre picking up a tee off the floor, and I exclaim to him “uh uh dawg—bring me that sloppy dick”. Andre lightens up his face, but with a shrug of his shoulders, steps over and plants his still half hard, jizz covered shiny black cock into my mouth.

He was totally covered in his juice, and ass slime from Johnny's ass, and I swallowed him down, sucking the remnants from his dick. I continue plowing Johnny's sweet tite teenage ass, then feel a wetness about my asshole. Turning back for a look—Dustin had now slipped back into the tent, and was on his knees tonging out my ripe hairy hole. “OH fuck” I exclaim, as I continue my work into Johnny's hole.

With Andre's junk now in my belly, and Dustin's tongue now in my hole, I feel the abs and thighs start to tighten. “Oh shit” was all I could mumble. Grabbing Johnny by his waist, I lift him up off the floor, and deliver my final five rapid jackhammer plunges into the depths of his guts. Johnny lets out a cry like a banshee, as well as do I. Hyperflexing my neck, looking up at the roof of the tent, I count—one, two—three--four--five---ultimately nine shots of my thick jock juice go flying into Johnny's ass. I almost black out, I came so hard. Like Andre, sweat is now pouring from my chest and back and pits.

“My turn” I hear Dustin proclaim. He practically pushes me off Johnny, and instantly takes his place behind him. With no time to recover, Dustin delivers his thick meaty cock into Johnny's ass. Like the rest, he starts a relentless pounding of the tender teenage hole—which is actually starting to show some swelling now, lol. Yep—we done turned this boi out ! Dustin continues his attack on Johnny's flooded guts, and Andre and me just giggle, as we wipe up a bit and exit the tent.

Going for more coffee, and sitting at a table, one of the other boi's walks by. “What the fuck is going on in there” he asks curiously. Andre and me just smile, and I reply “fresh meat”. Alex grabs his junk, and replies “Oh fuck ya” and heads for the tent.

Andre and me just bust out laughing, and I comment “That is gonna be one wasted dude by this afternoon”. Andre and me just laugh some more, as Blankenship walks up to pour some more coffee. “What's up” he asks. Shaking my head, I reply, “looks like new meat is getting his ass filled”. “Oh ya”? Blankenship replies, as he too grabs his goods through his sweats. Glancing over at the tent, Blankenship sets the coffee pot on the table, and he too heads for Dustin's tent. I mutter “I thought he was like super str8”. Andre and me are hysterical now, and Andre actually rolls over, falling out of his chair. I'm laughing so hard now I got tears flowing from my eyes, and snot pouring from my nose.

Three more bois walk up to us, and like the others inquired what was so funny. I couldn't

even respond, and just pointed towards the tent.

After about three hours, things have finally settled down—at least on the outside. Blankenship had emerged from the tent, and had joined Andre and me still just sitting around drinking coffee. The rain continued it's performance, now saturating the grounds. 4-wheeling would be difficult now because they would just get stuck in the mud, and it was a bitch to get one pulled out. We DID have the four dirt bikes, however !

I glance over at Blankenship and inquire, “I thought you was like super str8 dawg”?

Blankenship grins, and replies “Ya—str8 up that punks guts” ! Andre and me began laughing again. “I mean goddamm dawgs—I mean” Blankenship was basically speechless. “If you get a chance dude—check out my lil bro's ass—you'll fall in love”.

Blankenship gives me a stare, and says “How the fuck you know what ur lil bro feels like”? I just snicker and reply, Well dawg, I think that question kinda answers itself”.

Blankenship shakes his head back and forth. “You guys are sick”. Andre and me continue laughing, as Blankenship gets up and begins to drag out some lunch stuff for the crew.

Finally Dustin and Johnny emerge from the tent, and come over to join us. It's pretty quit for a bit, until finally I just blurt it out. “So how many”? Dustin and Johnny just glance at each other, with Johnny now scratching the back of his neck. Finally he lets it roll out, real soft, and slow--- “Well, counting last night, and through today---11”. Andre and me just bust up again, and myself blows a string of snot from my nose. I just scoop it up and wipe it across my belly. Andre stands up, and proclaims “Well dudes---I appreciate the awesome time—I never expected an adventure like this when I came out to just camp out a few days. But, I'm gonna head back up to my spot now, and catch up on some sleep”.

We all shake hands, and I whistle at one of the bois to hop on a quad and ride Andre back to his site.

About 5 of the bois don some poncho's, and hopping on some quads head back to the rec center for some indoor activities. The rain continues as the day slowly drags on. With things pretty quite now around the camp, I return to my tent as well and crash out for an afternoon nap.
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