Daddy Load

By moc.liamtoh@nosbigpjver

Published on Aug 30, 2016

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DADDY LOAD

BY

Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin

COPYRIGHT 2016

DISCLAIMER: The following is based on a true story. This story involves consensual, anonymous, bareback sex between adults. If this isn't your cup of tea, don't read it. If it is, enjoy

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It's a gay campground and it's out of the way, between two nothing towns a long way from civilization. But as it happened I had to be on one of those shitty towns for business. I found out about the place online and one route I could take back to the interstate to get home would take me past the first gate. Why not I figured. Might be fun.

I turned off the two lane road onto a gravel and dirt road up a hill on a curve, With a fence on either side topped with rainbow flags. There was a log cabin at the top of the hill and I stopped there, figuring it to be the office. Only 15 bucks for a membership, the day pass being free for a first timer, and I got to pet his big friendly dog. Using the code he gave, I went through the swinging gate, down a dirt road and pulled into a parking area fronting a compound. The man at the office had given me a map, even helpfully highlighting the location of the Sugar Shack which was up and across the road, but this was the compound housing the pool, cafe and bar. It was after nine and the bar was open.

The bartender, at least the one that waited on me and I ogled, was a young blonde twink with a speedo on, a muscle shirt and Chuck Taylors on his feet. He had a nice ass I have to say. Unfortunately, he was working and far out of my league anyway. I have a rum and coke, sit down and try to pass the time with one of the four or five guys in there. It wasn't an overly friendly crowd. A little later, a naked man came in with his partner, who was clothed. I tried to strike up a conversation, figuring a man who will come to a bar naked might be up my alley but he was remarkably standoffish. Then a lesbian couple came in, loud and psuhy. I was surprised. It is a gay campground, I thought, and I guess lesbians qualify but in my mind it was male only. Clearly not.

After a second drink, I had to admit to myself that this wasn't why I came. The Sugar Shack was. Feeling buzzed, I decided to give it a try. I went to the car and pulled off my shirt and grabbed some lube, raming it in my pocket. I might be 50 but I am in good shape and have no problem being shirtless or naked either. I had to head a short ways up the road and then up a lighted path to a log cabin.

There were two fat men sitting on the porch of the Sugar Shack. "Hey hot stuff" one of them says

I smile back. "I'm not overdressed am I?"

"Honey, if you what you got hidden is as good as what you got showing, then you need to take them shorts off"

I laugh and open the door. The front room is empty. The air outside is hot, summertime hot, and the air inside isn't much cooler. There is bench on the opposite wall and the TV mounted above and facing is playing bareback porn. There didn't seem to be anybody in there which was a disappointment. I watched the porn a bit, stroking myself hard. Stepping there the door, the space opened up. There was a staircase up but it was just to a landing above. I stumbled back down and headed in. There were a series of stalls, like a horse barn, three on each side, one with a sling and another with a St Andrew's cross. Back in the back, though, there were two men going at it. They were both in the forties probably but solidly built with all their body hair intact. The one in the black jock strap was squatting down in front of a tall man with a hairy chest, worshipping that man's dick in his mouth. I ditch my shorts, lean up against a wall, grease up my hand to jack off as I watch. If they acknowledge me, I'll join in.

"Time to get fucked, bitch" the tall one said to the man in the jockstrap.

He stands up, leans over with his ass in the air, his fingers grazing the floor, feet apart. The tall man asks me for some lube and squeeze a generous dollop in his hand. Now I am as hard as a fucking rock because I think this is as nasty as fuck. The tall man greases his pole and rams his fingers in the ass of the man with the jockstrap. He bends at the knee and then guides his slick prick between the cheeks and up into his asshole.

"Oh, fucking hell" the guy in the jockstrap cries out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. That's it"

"You like that bitch? Get ready for the ride"

It wasn't gentle and loving. It was straight out fucking, a bottom that like to take it and a top that knew how to give it. I can tell you something for an absolute fact: this kind of shit doesn't happen for the average straight guy. Mostly they wish it did but it doesn't. That's why gay is better. Nasty is hardwired into our DNA. The bottom was bouncing back onto the top's dick, trying to get it in deeper. I was whacking myself watching it, feeling good. Enjoying it. The bottom was enjoying it too. He was grunting and moaning.

The top gave him short strokes, hard and short. He was grunting too. They had been going at it for a while and I knew he wasn't going to last. He knew it too and didn't give a fuck. He was bent over the guy, his hips going to town. He was red faced and sweaty.

"Goddamn" he grunted, a last few hard strokes, his face screwed up in agony. Then he came, unloading in the bottom's ass. He pulled, semen dripping off the tip of penis, patted the bottom on the ass and left. That's the way it goes. You don't come here love.

The bottom looked lost. I guess he had been close too but know needed finishing off.

"You want me to help you out," I asked. He nodded. He did. "Suck you or fuck you?"

He thought and looked at me and my dick. "Suck me"

Off came the jockstrap. He had an average sized dick, no more. Nothing to gag on. I opened up my mouth and took him all the way in before my flesh touched his flesh. Then my lips and tongue come down and I slowly back off of his dick, all the way back to the tip and then down again, using my tongue to flick at his pisshole. He moaned loudly. All the way down again. Back up and down. I took his balls in my mouth. He liked that too. But the dick is the main event. I ran my tongue along his piss vein and then nibbled at the head.

"Oh, yeah" he said softly. He rubbed my hair.

My hand was still slick from the lube. I reached up past his taint and slipped a finger in his ass, lubed up from the other's guys cum.

"Oh, God"

Two fingers in and then three. He was panting. I was sucking. I look up and there is someone watching me, in red shorts and an Atlanta Braves T shirt. He was a bit older than me. I didn't care. It's all good. I used my hand and my tongue to maximize his pleasure, He deserved to get off. It had been a hell of a show.

He started face fucking me. I could take it. I don't have a gag reflex. I am still finger fucking him as he bucks his hip back and forth, his balls tightening up. He is feeling good.

"Oh shit" he says on an inhale, very quietly and soft. My mouth fills with his hot, salty and slightly bitter cum. He shivers as I drink down every last drop. Then he exhales and pants, pulling his softening dick out of my mouth. "You gonna be around later?"

"I don't know" I say. Probably not, I think. Fuck and go, probably. At most, fuck, get another drink and then go.

"If you are, you can fuck me later" he says

"Yeah, sure." It's a bathhouse invitation. Maybe it will and maybe it won't happen. Whether I fuck him or not, he will get fucked again tonight, I am sure.

So I am naked, hard and I have taken a load down my throat. But I am horny and I want more. Basically the space is two hallways of stalls, some empty and some with benches or slings or the like, with the open area in the back, which is more like a dungeon. I grab my shorts and toss them just inside one of the stalls, position myself so I can see one of the TV monitors playing porn and slowly masturbate myself. Just enough to stay hard, not hard enough to actually be jacking off. I am just hanging around to see what happens. There was once a time I wouldn't have done that. Too much pride because I don't need to hang around a hot shack waiting for anonymous sex? To much shame because I am not still young and hot? Fuck it. I like being naked. I like fucking. I like being watched. I like that there is no bullshit. Everybody that comes in here is looking for basically the same thing: dick. Anybody that walks through that door is a queer on the prowl.

The man in the red shorts comes and stands in front of me. He reaches out and strokes me.

"Nice dick" he says

"Thanks"

"Big"

I shrug. It's bigger than average but a size queen wouldn't drool over it. It's big enough to fill the ass of most men though. I am sure as shit not ashamed. He steps toward me. We kiss. He rubs his hands across my hairy chest and down my torso. I cup his junk with my hand. He is hard. Good, I think. He is my age, maybe older, it's hard to say in this light. He can kiss, though. Got to give him that.

"Nice body" he says, his hands rubbing across my torso.

"Why don't you pull your shorts off?" I say.

He doesn't. Instead, he sinks to his knees and takes me into his mouth. The warm wetness of a mouth is, well Goddamn. Who doesn't like a good blowjob? There is nothing like a man who has practiced giving other men blowjobs either. He was good. I felt good. I might have preferred some ass but who am I to complain? If he wants to suck until a drop a load, then fine.

Then he stood up. "Wait here. I gotta go get my boy"

Boy? Well, okay. I am not leaving until I orgasm anyway. Of course, I don't know if he will or won't return. Either way, I'll be here with the next available action. A fat man came around and wanted to stroke me but I wasn't much interested. Soon enough, red shorts returned with his boy. The boy was probably 30, dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a Polo shirt. He was broad shouldered and built solid, black hair and a goatee. He was fairly hot and I was completely naked. Clearly the boy liked older men so I was in business.

He leaned in and kissed me. That's a nice touch. And then he kissed me again, less gentle and more urgent. Red shorts stepped in and gently pushed the boy aside and he kissed me. I reached out for the boys groin. He was getting there. Of course, they have clothes on and I don't, plus I am hard as a rock. So I push my hands down red shorts privates to grab ahold of his dick. He isn't hung like a horse but he is stiffening up. As three ways go, this is a good one. The fat man is watching but I don't care. If he gets off watching me get off, good for him. I'm not going to do him but I don't have anything against him.

Red shorts sinks to his knees. My dick goes into his mouth. The boy is kissing me again and I am liking where this is going. The older man is sucking me like a vacuum cleaner, his tongue doing his thing. Damn, it feels good. The boy reaches down and pulls his stiff dick through his fly. I reach over and give it a tug. He is hard like steel. I want to do something with that dick for damn sure.

"You want to go to one of the booths?" the boy asks. "You can fuck me"

"Sure" I say. I am being cool. Fuck you, you say? Yeah, I would like to fuck you. Goddamn.

It's the one up front, the one with a sling. The boy, if you can call him that, strips down and gets in the sling. He's got a good body and a dick as big as mine, nice big balls too. It's going to be a pleasure to do him. His daddy is in the stall with us, standing gaurd by the closed door. The boy has his feet up and ass out, ready to get violated. I grease up some fingers, slide them into his chute, first one and then two and then three. Get the lube up in there. Then I grease up my own turgid pole. I get between his legs and slide myself into him.

"Slow" he says. "Let me get used to you"

I wiggle a bit. The truth is that I am horned up and don't really want to go slow. I start fucking him and I can see the pain on his face. He stops me. I stand there, my hard dick fully in his ass. He has gone soft. I reached down and slowly stroke his dick. Then, slowly and gently, slide out a bit and then back in. He takes it fine.

"That's good" he says.

Well, it is actually. My skin against his. His lover, I assume they are lovers, watching us. I go a little faster. He doesn't stop me.

"That's good, fuck him Daddy" the man in the red shorts says. I guess I am a Daddy. Somehow that happened when I wasn't looking.

The boy is getting hard again. I begin to slide in and out a little harder. Part of me just wants to go to town and rip him apart but I am going slower than I want to so he can take it. But then he is showing signs of taking it just fine. I fuck him a little harder now. It's hot and I am sweating. It has the musky odor of sex here. I like it. I fuck him a little harder now. He likes it. He grunts and I give it to him again.

"Fuck him Daddy". The man in the red shorts is just watching us, not even playing with himself. It's weird.

He is bouncing back and to and I am going to town a bit, beginning to fuck him hard.

"Oh, shit" I say. It's beginning to feel really good now.

It's building. Goddamn. He is hot. I am fucking the shit out of him now. Banging him hard. He is grunting, stroking himself. The sweat is pouring off of me. He is bouncing in the sling because i fucking him so hard, bouncing back onto my dick.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum" I cry out

"Give him that Daddy load" the man says.

Not just yet. Soon but not now. I have bit more pleasure to have before it all blows. Goddamn it, I keep fucking him too. I mean hard. He is panting. I am feeling it. More, more, more. It's the point of no return now. Nothing I can do, I will cum.

"Goddamn" I say, breathless

"Give him that daddy load"

Then all at once, my body shivers, a wave of pure pleasure floods over me. With one last stroke, boom. I unload in his ass.

"You gonna be around for a while" he asks me as we dress.

"Probably. Maybe get a drink"

"Maybe we can hook up later."

I nod. It's a lie. I am leaving. I got what I wanted.

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