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If you've lazily never floated down a river in an inner tube with a beer in hand and friends all around you, I definitely suggest it. And as a bonus, the water was nice and cool and highly appreciated against my recently de-flower hole. And the beer was a necessity, no matter what I did, I couldn't stop replaying the scene from the clearing this morning in my mind, it was like a confusing, phantom pain: I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I had been fucked by Ranger Donovan while getting the best head of my life from Ranger Scott. It was demeaning. I had been used and tossed aside. But I also couldn't help but remember the way Ranger Donovan's curved, cut dick, slide into me and hit every spot I didn't even know I had.
I had to rip my mind from that, the last thing I needed was to get a hard on mid-float. I turned my attention to the conversation at hand. Inderjeet and his girlfriend were arguing over what they wanted to do tonight. There were two events, a barn party that her coworker invited them to when they found out they were camping so close, or the paint ball and maze night that the rangers had told us about. Everyone was makes offers and counteroffers and it was a nice distraction. Inderjeet just looked over at me, rolled his eyes and held out his hand for another beer.
While we were planning the camping trip, the guys and I had made a bet, where the loser had to wear speedos at least once on the trip, and Inderjeet lost. He caught and cracked the beer I tossed him and drained half the can before getting back into the argument. He looked completely different in the full light of day from the river dive last night. His complexion was a dark bronze in the sunlight, and his chest glistened with sweat and water caught in his hair. He competed in lifting with John, but he only shaved or waxed for competitions; outside of the season, he had an impressive amount of black hair covering his pecs, and travelling down his abs to his navel, and then vanishing into his bright red speedo. They it vanished into a bush peaking out of the speedo, showing that off season, he didn't do any manscaping.
While the hair on his body was au naturel, he kept the hair on his head close cropped with faded sides and a short and styled beard highlighting his impressive jawline. His dark skin rippled with muscles, and his massive shoulders tapering down to his waist filled the inner tube. He was an impressive man all around. He absently scratched just by his belly button and then slightly readjusted himself in the speedo, his meaty hands covered in callouses from the gym.
"Come on, Indy! It's just one night, and the party will be way more fun than some little maze." His girlfriend tried to wheedle him into going with her.
He pursed his full lips, as if in thought, but I knew him well enough to see that he'd already decided and didn't want to go with her. Inderjeet was a serial dater, and it didn't look like this relationship was long for this world. He took another big gulp of beer from the can, his Adam's apple bulging as he drank before he responded. He shifted slightly in his tube to look over at her, his full speedo bulging slightly, showing the impression of a soft, uncut dick. I'd seen him a few times at the gym showers, his cock always laying softly on impressively large, hairy balls.
Wait. What the fuck was I thinking. Full lips? Meaty hand? Why could I imagine his soft cock in the showers? Why was I wondering if the foreskin pulled back when he got hard, like mine did? What the fuck was wrong with me? I gave myself a mental shake and splashed some water onto my face, the others so engrossed in the debate to notice, and then tuned back in to hear my girlfriend chime in.
"Well, why don't we keep the plan the girls all go to the party, and the guys can go to the maze and paint ball night, and then we'll meet back at camp in a couple days? Nothing says we have to all stick together the entire trip, right? And then there's plenty to do when we get back. Besides, we need some girl time!" That's my girl, always looking to mediate and logically keep the peace. Everyone agreed, thought I could tell that Inderjeet, and his girlfriend were still annoyed.
His brows were so slightly furrowed, but otherwise he seemed fine. Until he suddenly lurched forward off his tube and splashed into the river. John was cackling. He had slipped off his tube and into the river while everyone was distracted by the argument and had snuck under Inderjeet and flipped him. John's paleness in the light was almost blinding, but even more so was his perfectly straight white teeth flashing in his smile and laughter.
He had an almost identical build to Inderjeet but was completed hairless save for his head and pits. His body also rippled with that same bodybuilder physique: massive pecs and shoulders, tapering to a thin waist, abs flexing with his laughter, all vanishing into his swimming trunks. Now, I've known John most of my life, and once we had even jacked off together when he found his older brother's porn stash. I was well aware of his cut, long cock. Well above average, but in good proportions, but thinner than mine and balls no where near the size of Inderjeet's.
I could still remember the one time we jacked off together, he had a pornstar level orgasm, huge and shot all the way to his large pink nipples and the hollow of his throat. I could still hear his moan as he let that load fly. I wonder if he still came that hard and loudly. Would his load coat my face as much as Ranger Scott's -- wait, why the fuck was I thinking about that?
I grabbed another beer and drained it as Inderjeet grabbed John and shoved him under the water, both of his hand on John's head of blonde hair, almost the same motion that Ranger Donovan did to Ranger Scott -- no. Fuck. Why can't I stop thinking about this? And why is my hole aching again watching John and Inderjeet play fight in the water, splashing everyone else.
After Inderjeet and John calmed down and got back into their tubes, we continued the float down to the exit beach. I was finally in the clear, and was feeling normal, but with a good buzz, and didn't watch where I was walking. I stepped on a slimy rock right at the edge of the river, slipped, felt my ankle twist, and slammed my knee onto the same rock.
"FUCK!" Damn that hurt a lot. I definitely startled some nearby families, and I quickly waddled away with my friends, who were torn between concern and barely contained laughter.
"Babe, you have to go to the front desk and get some painkillers or at least a wrap for your foot." My girlfriend said, trying to look concerned while her eyes sparkled with mirth. "Do you want me or someone to walk there with you?"
"It's okay, Liz," Inderjeet said, openly laughing, "I'll go with him and make sure he doesn't wipe out again. He fell this morning and now, so we someone that can carry him should be there, isn't that right, babe?"
"Fuck off, Indy." I muttered as everyone laughed. "I don't need to go, let's just go back and--" I cut off as I stumbled again on my twisted ankle.
"Keep your panties on, dude." Inderjeet said as he caught me and help me straighten up. "You definitely need a wrap on that, or you'll sprain it. We're going to the desk; can you guys get out tubes? We'll meet you back at the campsite. Let's go, man."
He threw a towel around himself and me from the waterproof bag we kept them in during the float and helped me wobble to the front desk after a quick peck on the cheek from Liz, my girlfriend.
"What happened?" Asked Ranger Scott as we finally got to the main cabin. He looked at me with open concern. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, he just took a spill on some rocks after the float." Said Inderjeet. "We just need a wrap and maybe some Advil or something for the swelling." Ranger Scott nodded, and then, while towering over us, ushered us into the back rooms for first aid.
"Okay, sit right there, and I'll take a quick look, and then we can wrap it." Scott said in a business-like voice. "You can wait in the other room, if you want," he said to Inderjeet, "there's a fireplace and you're not really dressed for the A/C here. And there's water there too." He added with a smirk.
I just realized that even though he was acting completely professional, Ranger Scott had clearly taken in the full package that was Inderjeet, and the sparkle in his eye was approving. Indy laughed, thanked him, and stepped into the other room, where I heard a muffled voice greet him and offer him a seat before the door closed behind him.
"So, is it just your ankle and knee?" Ranger Scott snapped me back to the present.
"Yeah." I couldn't look him in the eye, every time I looked at his clean-shaven face and blue eyes, I replayed the morning in my head. I resolutely looked elsewhere, and hoped the fact that my friend was in the other room would keep him from saying or doing anything else.
"Alright, let's take a look." He knelt in front of me, and my dick twitched. It was just like in the clearing, but now that I was on a table, so he didn't have to bend so far to be crotch-level. The man was a giant, but had soft hands that expertly tested my ankle, and wrapped it. His fingers traced up my calf to my knee, causing my dick to jump again, and then wiped it clean and put on a Band-Aid. However, now his fingers continued to trace up my thigh, his expression still calm and business-like. "Are you sore or tender anywhere else?" He asked.
"No." I muttered, his huge hand slid up my inner thigh and I felt it's warmth against my rapidly hardening dick. I flinched back.
"Hmmm. Seems to be a little bit of tenderness here." Now he had a smirk. "I should probably take a look before you head out. I wouldn't be doing my job if I did take care of you." His hand squeezed my dick and balls through the mesh in my swimsuit, before he quickly pulled his hands out. "Just have to give me access, I promise to check fast."
I just stared at him. There he was, this gigantic, attractive man, on his knees in front of me. I glanced at the door that Inderjeet had gone through and took a deep breath. Making my decision, I quickly pulled off my swim trunks and spread my thick thighs. My cock was almost fully erect when, the foreskin pulled almost completely off the tip, when it vanished down Scott's throat. Without hesitation or effort, I was balls deep in his throat, and his massive hands were rubbing and massaging my thighs.
He pulled back so just the tip was in his mouth, and he attacked my piss slit with his tongue, working it over with just the right level of force. His tongue then flickered down, tracing my head under the hood of my foreskin, before dropping back down and bottoming out in my pubes. His hands slipped under my legs, pulling me closer to him, urging my cock deeper into his throat. He suddenly pulled me forward by my legs and I dropped onto my back. He withdrew my cock from his throat and started sucking and licking my balls, his massive hand slowly jerking my cock, continuing to pull me forward.
Only my back was on the table, as he worked over my balls and jerked me, slowly getting my legs onto his shoulders and slight raising me further off the table. I had no idea was he was doing when I felt his big, expert tongue flick between my cheeks and brush against my hole. I instinctively bucked away from the intruding tongue, but he just used that to get his full face under me, and snake his tongue against my hole, slowly swirling round and round, and working it's way deeper.
"Fuck. Wait. What if," I was trying to focus on my words and not the amazing feeling of getting my ass eaten, "what if Indy comes back?" I managed to gasp out.
I felt Scott chuckle, his breath adding sensation to my ass, and his right hand never stopped jerking me off, he reached and did something with his left hand. I realized he must have turned on the TV in the room. Raised on the wall. After it flickered on, it took me a few moments to figure out what I was seeing. And then a few more to convince myself I wasn't hallucinating. On the screen was a high definition shot of another room. In it, I could clearly see Inderjeet, biting down on his speedo as Ranger Donovan was sucking him off.
"Have one of your friends bring you back here." Was what Scott had said to me when leaving this morning. I had brought Inderjeet like a lamb to the slaughter. What was I thinking, of course they were going to do to him what they did to me.
On the screen, it was clear that the only reason I couldn't hear Indy was because of the speedos he was biting down on. He was gagged himself to stay quiet. After he had taken my cherry, I hadn't really considered him to take anything, but there he was as enthusiastic on sucking Indy as Scott was at blowing me. His furry chest was heaving with passion. Even on the screen, I could see the veins in his arms and neck pop as his hormones raged, and his hands were intertwined in Ranger Donovan's black hair. His hips bucked as he fucked Donovan's face.
The screen shut off suddenly as Ranger Scott pulled his face from my ass and went right back to deepthroating me. I wanted to ask about the TV, when I felt his fingers slip into my spit-lubed hole. All I could do was moan, my vision blurred in pain and pleasure feeling something in me again. A second finger quickly joined the first and it felt so good to stretch around Scott's big fingers.
"Told you so." Said a voice that snapped be back to reality. "Easy bet."
Ranger Donovan Nguyen had walked in with Inderjeet. Both were completely naked. Donovan's face was a little flushed from being face-fucked, his cock curved and perfect, dripping with precum. He had a hand on Inderjeet's shoulder. Indy was also naked, his eyes wide with shock and lust, and his dark cock sticking straight out from, like a steel rod, foreskin barely pulled back to reveal the tip. His massive balls swaying between his huge thighs.
"Dude," Indy said staring at me getting blown and fingered mercilessly, "is this for real?"
"Hhmmm." I couldn't even make a coherent sound, I was too embarrassed at being caught, too turned on by Scott using me, and too in shock at watching Indy's massive, hairy, naked body in front of me.
"Oh, it's definitely for real." Ranger Donovan said with a chuckle. "Your buddy here is on the received end of the best head there is. Scotty here loves dick more than anything. Trust me." To prove his point, he shoved the back of Scott's head, forcing him to swallow my dick again. "And just like I said, by now he'd definitely be working your buddy's hole. And you know what that means."
Indy looked at me again, completely lost in battling emotions, but losing to the amazing feelings of Scott's fingers in me and my dick down his throat.
"Fine. But tongue only man, no fingers are getting close to me. Got it?"
Donovan just smirked and pushed Indy against the table, so close to me that I could smell his musk and feel his arm rub against my leg, still on Scott's shoulders. Then Donovan knelt behind Inderjeet, the big, straight, hairy bodybuilder, the serial dater I've known for years, and plunged his face into the massive hairy mounds of ass cheeks.
From Inderjeet's sudden expression, I knew that Donovan was also an expert with his tongue. His hands reaching around Indy's waist and jerked his cock, while he ate his ass.
"Oh fuck." I shouted: Scott had unexpectedly slipped in a third finger. As massive as his hands were, Scott's three fingers were thicker than Donovan's dick had been. Scott occasionally pulled off my cock and spit into my ass, keeping it well lubricated for his fingers. While Indy's eyes were glazed over, Donovan had released his cock to pull his muscular ass further apart, so he could get his tongue in deeper.
I couldn't help but stare, I'd never really registered how handsome Indy was. His dark eyes unfocused, his dark bronze skin smooth and taunt over his amazing body. His big lips open, careful manicured beard highlighting his perfect jawline, and his chest flexing with his deep breaths. He had always been one of the most stereotypically manly men I'd ever known, and here he was, panting and letting out high pitched moans like a little bitch as Donovan worked his tongue deeper and deeper into his tight, muscular hole.
Suddenly, Donovan pulled his face out of Inderjeet's ass, and tapped Scott on the back. I hadn't even noticed when or how Scott has stripped, but his massive frame was stark naked as he stepped back from me, letting my legs dangle from the table. He had a complete golden tan, head to toe, with no tan lines, and was obviously no stranger to the gym. His abs and pecs clear as day. But not the extreme as Inderjeet or John. His dick was massive, hanging almost to his knee, and at least as thick as a beer can. His nutsack had equal proportions. But before I could really take him in, he was back on his knees, and replaced Donovan at Inderjeet's ass. His thick tongue snaking into Indy, causing Indy's unfocused eyes to roll back into his head in sheer bliss.
Donovan raised my legs onto his shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes. I realized what he was about to do just before he did it, but it was still a shock to feel that cut, curved dick slide back into me. After being worked over by Scott's tongue and fingers for so long, Donovan's dick had almost no resistance and he bottomed out in me on the first thrust. I immediately felt the soft tip of his dick connect with that spot inside me and I thought I was about to pass out from the pleasure.
My own rock-hard cock was bulging and leaking precum, and I never precame, I was just too turned on to blow, but my seed was leaking out as I was being fucked. My eyes met Indy's and he was still too unfocused to realize I was getting fucked. Donovan was smiling as he started fucking me harder and faster than he had in the clearing. Hitting my prostate over and over, when he slowed down and pulled me a bit further. I could only look at him in surprise as he reached over to Indy's head, and firmly guided it to my hard cock.
I was in absolute shock, but Inderjeet was so out of it from getting eaten out by the rangers that he didn't even register that Donovan was pushing his full lips to my dick. When his lips made contact with my precum drenched cock, he seemed to snap back to reality, but it was too late, and my dick slipped into his mouth. I couldn't believe it; I watched my iron-hard cock vanish into one of my best friends' mouths. His dark lips contrasted with my shaft, and his eyes met mine. Right when Donovan slammed into my prostate again.
"No -- Stop -- Sorry." I couldn't get anything else out before I started shooting my load into Indy's mouth. His eyes widened in shock as my salty seed filled his mouth. He gagged slightly as Donovan pushed his head down more, forcing him to swallow most of my load while some leaked out the edges of his mouth. My fresh, hot spunk staining his dark complexion and sticking to his beard. I couldn't believe he just took my load like that. And I could feel him swallowing. When Donovan removed his hand from Indy's head, it took him a moment to pull off, but I was still as hard as I've ever been, a single strand of cum still dripping from my tip.
Even Scott had stood up and watched Inderjeet take my load.
"That was pretty hot." Donovan said matter-of-factly, before smiling devilishly and stepping back, pulling his still hard cock from my ass. "But only seems far since you took his load that he should take yours."
"What?" Both Indy and I sputtered out.
Like a kid playing with a doll Donovan pulled Inderjeet over and switched places with him, placing my legs on his massive hulking shoulders and lining his steel rod of a cock at my well used hole.
"Just like this." He whispered into Indy's ear and pushed him forward.
I was frozen in lust and shock as I felt Inderjeet's uncut cock slip into me. Donovan pushed him until I could feel his unchecked pubes pushing against my ass lips. Indy was much thicker than Donovan, and without the curve on his dick, he didn't hit the same spot in me. But the stretching of my hole, immediately adjusting to and enveloping Indy's thick pole, still caused me to let out a whimper.
Donovan once again had his arms around Indy and was rubbing his body, working his big pecs, teasing his nipples and nuzzling the back of his neck. Slowly, but steadily, Indy starting half heartedly pumping into me. Still in shock over what was happening, though his rod in my ass made it clear how turned on he still was. He started to pump faster and faster. And then, something seemed to click, and he let loose, and started drilling me. I opened my mouth to scream out, but Indy's hand suddenly clamped over my mouth. His eyes were sharp, alert, and in complete control.
Indy started visibly sweating at his temples, his massive balls swinging to hit me with even plunge into my hole, and the table starting to get pushed back from the force of him plowing me. I could feel his already thick cock starting to swell, filling me more and more with each pump. It was almost feral with the lust in his eyes. I moaned and whimpered and tried yelled more than once against his hand. My whole body was going numb. I couldn't feel my legs anymore, just Indy's rod in me, rearranging my insides, I felt like a fleshjack, being used with no regards to myself.
And I loved it.
I managed to draw my eyes away from Indy's and looked behind him to Donovan, who was still playing with Indy's massive body. Running his fingers through his body's fur, tweaking his nipples, and rubbing his abs.
"Fuck. I'm. I'm so. Close." Indy started saying, breathing heavily. "I'm going. To. Fucking. Breed you, man."
And that's when Donovan's face lit up and he made his move. I heard him spit and his hands dropped to Inderjeet's waist. "I only promised no fingers, babe."
"FUCK." Inderjeet shouted. I could see it, but, as Inderjeet suddenly froze, back arched, and the shock on his face, I knew that Donovan had breeched him. I could hear Donovan's moan, and saw his hands tighten like vices on Indy's waist.
"See? No fingers here." I heard the unmistakeable slapping of flesh on flesh as Donovan began fucking Inderjeet. Inderjeet suddenly had that same unfocused look on his face as when the rangers took turns eating his ass, and I could feel him start to push back against and meet Donovan's thrusts. Donovan just chuckled. "Yeah, you big musclemen are all little sluts, aren't you?"
Inderjeet just moaned and started fucking me again, thrusting into my hole whenever Donovan pulled out, and pulling out of me to meet Donovan's thrust. It only lasted a few minutes before Indy was breathing so hard I thought he was going to pass out, but instead he let out a roar and drove into me as hard as he could, pushing both me and the table back almost a foot. I felt is cock flair inside me and felt shot after shot of his cum coat inside me. My organs felt like they had been rearranged. I had been used, again, by the rangers and one of my closest friends, but feeling Indy blow in me sent my spent hole over the edge. As he came down form his orgasm high, he collapsed on top of me, pinning me down and trapping my cock between his furry torso and my smooth one. I came again. Almost as hard as the last time, blowing a load between me and Indy, feeling his spent dick slip out of me and his deep, desperate gasps as he tried to catch his breath.
I felt the table rock one more time, as Ranger Donovan moaned and unloaded into Indy. I actually felt a twinge of jealousy that Indy got Donovan's load. I weakly looked up, over Indy's back, in time to see Donovan pull out and smirk at me. He stepped aside, and walked around to where our heads were. I followed him, to exhausted from getting railed and with Indy still almost passed out on me but looked back when I felt motion, just to see Scott standing behind Indy and me. So tall that I could see his cock head as he jerked it. Scott let loose a moan as he started jerking harder and faster, twisting his own nipple.
Scott then lined up that impossibly huge dick with Indy's exposed hole and pushed in just so his massive cock head was passed the rim. Indy gasped and tried to get up, but Donovan grabbed his head and forced it down to me, pushing our faces together and forcing our lips together.
"Come on, you're full of each other's loads, may as well kiss."
Indy let out a moan again and I couldn't help it, I pushed my tongue passed his lips and met his tongue. It was like a surge of electricity. I reached up and grabbed his face with my own hands and kissed him deeply, feeling his bearded stubble against my clean-shaven face, his full lips soft, and his own thick tongue starting to reciprocate, fighting mine for control.
"Yeah, that's hot, little jogger and muscle slut. Don't worry. Scotty isn't going to fuck you, you're not ready for that, he just wants you to leave with a little gift from him." I heard Donovan but couldn't register the words until I felt Indy pushed forward a bit and from his gasping moan could tell that Scott was at least partially in him. I couldn't understand what was happening, then I felt a shot of cum hit my hole and then Scott's massive cock head, just the tip, push into me, just to continue coming.
Scott had worked up another massive load and was splitting it between Indy and me. Even with only his head in me, which already felt thicker than all three of his fingers or Inderjeet or Donovan's cocks, he was shooting so much and so hard I knew his load was mixing with Indy's. For the third time that day, since I had awoken a straight, anal virgin, I had the load of another man in me. I'd never felt so full in my life. So used. So abused. So fulfilled. What was happening to me?
Finally, Scott pulled out of my spent hole, leaving it twitching and feeling empty, though IO could feel the combined loads of Scott and Indy dripping out of me. As well as taste my own load on Indy's tongue. Inderjeet slowly pushed himself up and off the table, and I also stood. My last load was sticking to his hairy body, and Donovan and Scott's loading were clearly leaking from his hole.
"There's showers in the other room, should probably clean up before your girlfriends see you covered in cum." Donovan said, looking us both up and down. "Hurry up and Scott can take you back to your campsites, he's late doing his rounds." He smiled again. "And after you've stopped trying to deny how much you loved that, feel free to come by for another couple rounds. We're the only ones at this station this week, and you two are naturals at taking dick." He laughed and went into the far room.
Indy and I silently went into the showers and rinsed off. I couldn't help but look at Indy in a completely different light. He was, like Donovan said, obviously trying to deny it, but I saw the looks. I felt his cock spasm. I not only felt how much he came, but still had most of it in me. Was Donovan, right? Were we just bottoms sluts? I'd been penetrated 4 times today. Had loads from three people, and could barely walk from how rough Indy was, my ass was on fire from being abused without my permission, but my dick was already twitching at the thought of it happening again. I couldn't stop looking at Indy's ass and cock. I wondered if his ass was as warm as his mouth. Why did he swallow?
Donovan said all muscle men like Indy were secretly bottom sluts. What about John? He was at least as ripped and huge as Inderjeet. Was he also a bottom slut? Was that time he brought his brother's porn over and we jerked off, was that him testing? His cock was much thinner than any of the other dicks that had been in me today. I have to stop thinking about this.
I quickly toweled off, through back on my swim trunks and grabbed my towel, and headed out with Indy, who was back in his speedo, his ass and dick somehow seemingly filling it even more. Those beautiful ass cheeks, I could just reach out and... Fuck. No. I don't want that. I don't want Indy's ass or John's cock, with his powerful shots almost giving himself a facial. NO. What the hell is happening. I need another beer. My mind is racing. I can't stop thinking of Indy's ass and John's cock. Fuck.
Ranger Donovan Nguyen smirked and waved at us as Scott drove back to our campsites in their little golf cart. He gave his cock a little squeeze as he waved and my own dick twitched again, immediately.
Fuck.