The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't real the story.
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California Tenderloin - Part 1
I sometimes jump in the Motor Home and just take off for a few days during the week, usually within California, never on a weekend when the highways are jammed and everything is booked solid. I was traveling down Hwy 101 on my way to the coast near Santa Cruz to spend a few days kicking sand and basking in the sun. I have always loved the Monterey and Santa Cruz areas, SC especially, with the Boardwalk, the Roller Coaster, the wonderful restaurants and all the good looking macho men that hang out there.
I noticed a KOA Campground just outside of Santa Cruz. It had a Vacancy sign posted, so I figured this was a perfect place to pull in and set up. If it had been a weekend, the place would have been full. It looked perfect, sitting near the ocean in a grove of Coastal Redwood and Monterey Pine trees. Each space was set back in the trees lending a feeling of privacy. This KOA is one of the stops for a shuttle bus that circles the area picking up people and taking them to and from the Boardwalk and downtown areas. The bus makes the circle about every 45 minutes from 7am to 10pm daily.
It was still early afternoon when I checked in and set up all the hookups for power and water. I also pulled all the curtains, turned on one small light, knowing I would not be back from the Boardwalk or downtown until late. As I worked, groups of guys with Harley Davidson Bikes were slowly idling in and out, obviously staying somewhere not far from where my space was located. I jumped into a wild colorful silk shirt, light linen slacks, a pair of sandals and a wide brimmed straw hat and walked the short distance to the bench near the main building waiting for the shuttle bus. Along came a group of the bikers slowing over whoopee bumps on their way in to the park, just a few feet from where I sat. Naturally, I was checking out every guy and bike as they passed. Some of them were quite nice on the eyes. Some of the guys looked over and whistled at me as they passed.
I immediately recognized Drake from Concord as one of the bikers to pass. I quickly turned my head hoping that he had not seen me. Within less than one minute, he made a U-turn and pulled up next to where I was sitting. He turned off his bike, spread his legs out wide to support the bike, leaned back upright, which exposed his crotch area to the maximum, and said. "Hey Baby, good to see you girl," extending his right hand, forcing me to get up to respond. He never budged from the bike, as he was less than five feet from where I sat. I rose to my feet, stepped forward, took his hand and he literally pulled me right up to him and gave me a big macho squeeze around the waist with both arms. I was totally embarrassed as he continued to hold me to him as more of his buddies drove bye whistling, blowing kisses and shouting "Go Drake Boy!" He was as handsome as ever and had let his hair grow long and had it in a long ponytail. That familiar masculine odor of his mixed with the pungent smell of leather, and Harley fumes intoxicated me as he questioned me about my stay, letting me know that his group were in the area through the coming weekend.
As he continued to talk and question me, he took my right hand in his big burly left hand and held it to his crotch, squeezing my fingers around his rapidly growing woody. He moaned a couple of times, just enough to let me know it felt real good, then he lifted my hand off and watched my reaction. I admit, I squirmed with frustration watching as he made the monster purposely pulsate in his leather-covered crotch. He smiled at me but continued to carry on our conversation, watching me squirm for awhile. Before too long, he grabbed his crotch again and said, "You know you can have this if you want it anytime girl. But no, you told me to stay away the last time I called you at home! I believe you called me a Sick Sadistic Bastard! Looks to me like you are still interested, huh girl," as he pointed to a wet spot that had formed in my crotch? He continued, "Maybe I'll stop by late tonight and we an talk about it again babe!" He then released me; kick started the Harley and drove off in the opposite direction, headed toward where his friends went.
I caught the shuttle to the Boardwalk, rode the roller coaster and toured the many shops and antique stores until about six thirty. I went to a nice restaurant I have always enjoyed and had a wonderful seafood platter dinner. I then took in a movie and caught the ten o'clock shuttle back. I never thought of Drake one time all evening, until I was riding the bus back to the KOA. About two years earlier, he had me turned on to him in a big way, until he chained me in his basement dungeon for a week doing crazy sadistic S&M numbers on me. He though he could break me, get me to be his submissive slave, and like everything his way. Well, he was wrong, very wrong!
When there are hot shower facilities available, I always use them rather than set up and use the cramped shower in the Motor Home. I felt hot, sticky and dirty; so I grabbed the bath-soap, a towel and headed across the street, down a gravel path through a grove of trees to the bathhouse. When I entered, this late at night, I was happy that I had the whole place to myself. I took a nice long hot water rinse, lathered and cleaned all my private areas, then rinsed again in cooler water. I felt squeaky clean with just the wet towel wrapped around my waist and my sandals, carrying my folded clothing, as I headed back up the trail in the near dark. As I stepped into the MH, Drake was standing just inside the doorway completely nude drinking a beer in the low light I had left on. He pulled me in, took my clothing from my arms and threw them aside. He pulled the wet towel from my waist, spun me around a couple of times and whistled. He whispered, "I see your glad to see me already girl," pointing down to my quick forming hard-on. He quickly popped a pill into my mouth and immediately put his beer bottle to my lips and said, "Down the hatch with it girl, you have some catching up to do. When that Ecstasy pill kicks in you'll be glad Drake is here to take care of your hot pussy girl."
He grabbed a joint and lighter from his leather jacket sitting over a chair back. He lit it, took a good long drag, kissed me, then put it to my lips and told me to smoke it all while he finished his beer. He tasted heavily of beer and pot. As I smoked the joint, he sucked on my nipples and rubbed himself all over me. His rough hands were busy rubbing, pinching and massaging all my erotic zones. He knew what turned me on and he was very busy pleasuring me with massive doses of foreplay. He smelled so damn wonderful; I put my nose to him and drank up his awesome aroma. He was obviously pretty wasted already, but he sat down, put me in his lap, lit up another joint and passed it back and forth until it was gone. When the pot took its' usual toll on me and I began to shiver, he just held me to him until it passed, hugging and kissing on me. After we shared another beer, the pot and Ecstasy were showing their tattle tale signs on my behavior. I was really warming up inside now. I jumped out of his lap, dropped to my knees and buried my face in his chest. I cleaned and sucked every inch of his chest and nipples of salty animal dew. He raised his arms up behind his neck and said, "Turn your little wet-vacuum loose in here girl it's nice and wet!" He had me devouring his dripping armpits. I was so turned on to him by that time that I kept raising up off my knees and rubbing his hard cock and balls over my chest, stomach, and crotch. Fuck, I turned on to him! I involuntarily exploded, covering Drake's cock and balls with my skeet. He let out a big laugh and said, "Wow baby, do you turn on to me real good; must be the Ecstasy, or could it be that you like me after all! Now get down there and scoop up your juice and feed it into your mouth girl, it's time you got some of this big dick again don't you think?"
Drake lifted me on to my feet and pushed me to the back of the MH on my back across the bed. He looked down into my eyes, smiled and said, "It is going to be real rough girl, payback time for pushing me away!" He spat in his hand a couple of times spreading his spit over his dick head and lifted my legs up in the air and pushed it swiftly into my pussy. It hurt so much tears flowed from my eyes as he pushed it swiftly until his wiry short hairs were pressed against my pussy lips. He wanted it rough and rough it was indeed! His dick was as a red-hot poker on my pussy lips. He immediately started to buck and dive into me like a wild animal, drooling and making moaning sounds. It took all the will power I could muster not to scream out with pain. His cock worked in me for a very long time before the pain turned to a warm pleasurable experience. He could tell I was now enjoying his fuck so he slowed so he could lick and suck on me as he fucked. By the time he reached his first climax, he was biting so hard on my nipples they were numb. The Ecstasy and pot had me so turned on that I kept begging him for more. He pushed me aside and rolled off the bed. He was soon replaced with one of his buddy's. He was already nude, awaiting Drake's signal to take over. That night he and his buddy Charlie took turns with me sandwiched between them. When I awoke mid morning they were gone but I found a note from Drake that said he would be back around 6:00pm and he would take me out somewhere to eat, not to eat until he arrived.
I felt like shit, but smelled wonderful of man beasts. I threw on a pair of shorts, tank top, and my sandals and had a few cups of instant coffee after downing about two Excedrin and one Tylenol. Soon I forced myself to eat a bowl of cold cereal. I thought if I walked around the park a bit in the fresh morning sea air, I would feel better. I grabbed my straw hat and took off toward the ocean side. About halfway to the ocean, I passed the obvious camp-sight of the bikers. Their gear all piled up around tents and a couple of pick-up trucks parked that brought their gear. There were two tough looking biker gals tending the make shift kitchen and provisions. I just kept on walking toward the point where the Pacific Ocean was washing up on a small sandy beach area. Two or three more biker gals lay out under big umbrellas, obviously pulled from the picnic tables that dotted the area. I just ignored them, removed my sandals and kicked sand as I continued down the beach carrying my sandals enjoying the salt air and warm breeze. The sandy beach ended eventually where I had to either stop or climb some good size rock formations to continue. I climbed up high enough to look what lay beyond this man made wall of huge rocks. It looked to be another sandy beach area where quite a few nude men, women and children were frolicking and having a good time. There was a large sign that said Private Property -- No Trespassing -- Harper Heights Nudist, Inc. I turned and returned up the beach from which I came. As I walked along and warmed up the smell of the beasts on me was breathtaking. I kept putting my arms to my nose and inhaling deeply. I actually got a woody as I walked along kicking sand and singing to myself. I was really feeling fine again. After I walked to the other far end of the sandy beach where a fence stopped my progress. I returned to the picnic area, pulled one of the large umbrellas from another table and did as the biker gals had done to create shade.
Returning to the beach area, I plopped my ass down, created a patch of shade, lay down on my back and closed my eyes. I pulled my tank top off and adjusted the umbrella so just my head and face was out of the sun, and fell sound asleep. When I awoke I was sweating and the air surrounding me reeked of man animal, leather and cum. I checked my shorts and found them saturated with cum and the sand was stuck to them when I rose. I quickly tied the tank-top around my waist so it draped down over my ass, returned the umbrella to the picnic table and started back to the MH to clean up. Hell, I figured by the sun, I had been laying out there for over two hours. Thank goodness, the umbrella kept shading me more and more as the sun moved across the sky or my body would have been very sunburned and sore by now. Light complexioned, blue eyed and blond, I sunburn very easily. Soon to be 35, I didn't want Mother Nature to start turning my nice soft skin to leather.
As I passed by the biker's campsite, it was shortly after noon on my way back to the MH. Most of the bikers had returned and were sitting around taking chow. Charlie spotted me first and shouted out to me, "Hey Danny Boy, get your butt over here and meet the guys and have something to eat with us." What was I to do but join them after all eyes turned to me? As I joined Charlie, he mass introduced me to the whole crowd as "Danny Boy, Me and Drake's Bitch from last night!" I was humiliated and wanted to crawl into a shell, when the guys all whistled and yelled, "Welcome Danny Boy," then went right back to eating like it was no big thing and OK. Charlie said, "Drake ain't back yet girl, but he should be along shortly." He offered me food and drink, actually served me, as I was indeed hungry when I smelled the hamburgers cooking. It was the first time I had really seen Charlie in the light. He was ugly, butt ugly, but had a body and a dick to die for, plus a happy smile and a wonderful southern drawl and personality plus. Even as ugly as his face was, I soon thought him quite attractive as we talked. He was a perfect gentleman with me. As I sat down at one of the picnic tables with him he looked at my backside, neck and shoulders and said. "I was afraid we got a little carried away with you last night Danny, but Drake told me you needed to be punished. Your whole neck and shoulders are loaded with hickeys, pretty good sized ones too."
Now I really was embarrassed, knowing that everyone here could see. I had not really looked at myself in a mirror yet today, just brushed my teeth and combed my hair when I got up this morning. I looked down at my chest and nipples and my entire front side, riddled with what looked to be either black and blue marks or more hickeys. My nipples were dark brown and swollen where they usually were a natural tit pink. Hell, I even had hickeys on my inner thighs and ass cheeks, when I inspected my body in a dressing mirror later in the MH. When I got up to leave and was walking away, one of the guys pointed to the big wet spot that had soaked through the tank- top I had draped over my ass. He let out a big whistle and shouted, "Charlie, you and Drake sure filled her tank up with high octane last night, she's overflowing, you must have put a big hole in her tank. Look at her leak guys!" Everyone burst out laughing as I stopped dead in my tracks. Charlie came immediately to my rescue, grabbed a big towel and wrapped it around my waist. He turned to the guys and shouted. "Hey guys, leave her alone, you hear; she's the best piece of ass I have had in years and I don't want her to pack up and leave. Cool it guys! I hope to get me some more of that tonight." I took off up the road running with my tail between my legs.
The minute I entered the MH I grabbed my douche kit and cleaned myself out real good. I then grabbed the soap, a towel and headed for the shower house. The place was occupied with some of the bikers, but I didn't care, because there were some other kids and men in there too. I knew the bikers would not try anything with me as long as others were present. I got some very varied looks from all when they saw all the black and blue and hickeys all over me. I didn't care at this time. I just thought to myself, fuck them all. I got in and took a nice long shower trying to ignore their looks and comments. All I wanted to do was clean up and get the hell out of there. I was successful, but when I got back to the MH Charlie was sitting inside. He took me in his arms, pulled me to him, sniffed my hair and told me I smelled good enough to eat. He lifted me off my feet and carried me back to the bed in the rear and laid me gently down on my back and put my legs up over his shoulders, spread my ass cheeks and licked my rosebud. He was nipping, licking, and chewing on my pinkie like it was a dish of vanilla ice cream. Damn he had one of those tongues, very long. He could roll it up and use it like a piston in my pussy. I was breathless when he finally asked me if I had some lubrication. I was so turned on; all I could do was point to a bedside cabinet drawer. He coated a couple of fingers with KY jell and worked fingers up into me. He was gentle but knew exactly what he was doing up there poking at my prostrate gland. By the time he had his huge dick greased, I was begging him to hurry up. He was most accommodating. He worked slowly, gradually working up into a real power drill when he realized that I wanted it rough. The MH, closed up for some time, was quite warm. He was sweating profusely and it was dripping down all over me when he stiffened and shot a load into my upper intestines, possibly my throat, by the feel of it when he blew. I told him to punch the roof air conditioner on high so we could cool down a bit.
He rolled over next to me ringing wet, smelling wonderful of Charlie, leather and everything masculine I have ever tasted or smelled. I just buried my nose into him and started licking, kissing and sucking up the moisture. He whispered, "You sure do like Charlie's dick don't you girl? Suck up Charlie's smell girl! That's it baby, crawl up on Charlie and rub-a-dub-dub in his macho sweat girl. Lord-e-B, would you look at her go for this ugly man. I would never have to shower with you around girl! Oh baby, you smell so good! Roll over here and climb on when you're ready girl!" I grabbed Charlie by the dick and put his dick in my mouth. He smelled like a wild beast, a mixture of him, and leather. He lifted my head and told me he need a shower before I should do that for him. I just looked up into his eyes with sad eyes and whimpered, "But I like it like this Charlie, let me clean you please; you smell and taste like a wild animal. I love man beast, big guy!" He just spread his leg apart and let me dive between as he played with my blond hair with his fingers. He not only was uncircumcised; he had gobs of headcheese built up under his foreskin. I've always loved the taste of that white stuff, once I got by the smell of Limburger cheese the first time I did it. I was in funk heaven licking it clean. He looked down at me in total amazement, but never uttered a word. He just smiled and met my eyes with one of lustful pleasure; content with the treatment I was giving his big stallion. I licked and sucked until the entire head was clean. I sucked the head in and ran my tongue around the tender and sensitive glands surrounding the huge mushroomed head. Over the tongue, it lodged against my gag button. I pushed hard and it popped through into my throat. My eyes watered, but I managed to swallow and work my throat over it until he pulled back to give me air. He took over and slid in and out of my throat canal. Each time I swallowed taking him to a climax very quickly. He pulled back and filled my mouth with spasm after spasm of his tasty delight.
He pulled from my mouth and lay back on his back. "It's still hard girl, climb on and ride the pony and make yourself climax all over my stomach for me to watch while I play with you nipples. Give Charlie a ride girl and see if you can put skeet on my ugly face and make me your handsome prince with your magic potent and I'll love you for all eternity."
"Hey big guy, I like you just the way you are, OK! Now settle down and keep the pony nice and hard for me like a good boy!" His eyes brightened up and he smiled back up at me. He had the most beautiful dark brown eyes; they just played a symphony to me as I brought myself up close to a climax, then relaxed and started all over again. I did not want this wonderful feeling he was giving me to end. Eventually, I worked myself up so much that I shot a load up into his eye, down his chin, and all over his chest. I just leaned over and licked it all up, then kissed him and told him he was my valiant prince. He curled up and spent the night with me. Drake never showed up. The next morning he told me, Drake would not be bothering me anymore. That is all he said. I knew he and Drake must have had some kind of confrontation over how Drake had treated me the night before. We took a shower together in the KOA showers, and he asked me if I would ride with him on a short run the club was taking that day down the Pacific Coastline. I accepted his invitation and clung to him for the entire day. By the end of the day, he wasn't ugly anymore to me. He was kind, gentle, and wonderful. His eyes sparkled, and his personality formed an envelope around my heart. The man was beautiful, right to the core.