Road to Re-Awakening

Camping?

It had been a long day and thankfully the rain ended just after two PM. I took the exit off the interstate and drove north several miles along the swollen river. The view was a little depressing since everything looked soaked or was flooded in the low areas. I pulled up to the ranger station to check in and find my campsite for the night.

"All of the lower campsites are soggy and the upper ones are full" the ranger said. While he was in his thirties, he looked like a guy out of a seventies porn flick. The uniform was a little too small for his muscled body and he had the obligatory mustache.

"How soggy?" I asked.

"Somewhere between six and eighteen inches below the water line" he said with a smile.
I had visions of sleeping in the truck that night since I didn't really want to keep looking that night and knew the next town was at least thirty miles away.

"I do have one cabin available, but the people that had reserved it complained that the group in the neighboring cabin were too loud and rude last night and checked out this morning. To be honest, I don't think the wife liked having some bikers next door since I didn't hear any noise from them when I did my rounds. We've never had any complaints about those bikers before and they've stayed here several times" he said.

"That sounds fine" I told him and he checked me in, giving me a map. It was almost dusk, so hopefully I wouldn't get lost on the little roads leading up to the bluff where the cabin was. I found it easily and unloaded the few things that I would need for the night, just some stuff to cook dinner, a sleeping bag and a dry sack with a change of clothes. The new tent would remain unused another night.

It was a small one room cabin with two beds on each of the side walls and a fireplace opposite the front door. A small covered porch ran along the front and if I'd remembered to bring a camp chair, it would make a nice place to relax. I put the stove together, getting it lit and heating up the skillet.

As expected, there was a group of five Harleys parked next to the other cabin and a group of guys sitting around the campfire that sat between the two cabins. I watched them look me over as I set up my camp stove and prepped the steak that I'd picked up at the store when I stopped for gas earlier. I popped a can of beer while I waited for the rib-eye to cook and sat down on the front step to the cabin. "Hope you're not going to charge us to smell that steak you got cookin" one of the guys said.

I laughed and said "Nah, smells are free. I got another steak but you'd only get 2 bites each" I replied.

"We'll trade ya some whiskey for that other steak, if you're serious" another guy said. I pulled the second steak out, sprinkled some seasoning on it and tossed it on the skillet. I was going to eat it myself, depending on how hungry I was, but they seemed like good guys so I didn't mind. The second guy came over with a bottle of decent whiskey and I dug out a cup from the container of kitchen stuff. I pulled my steak off when it was a perfect medium-rare and finished cooking the other steak. Once it was done, I cut it up into ten pieces and passed the plate over.

"Oh fuck... that's a million times better than what we had earlier" a third guy said. I tossed some salad on my plate and sat down at the fire pit. We made introductions and their plate was empty a few seconds later. One guy was licking his fingers suggestively. "We do a weekend trip once a month when the weather is good. Been a few years now. It's nice not having to deal with a few dozen other riders from the club. Half just want to ride from bar to bar and after the first stop, some of those idiots can barely keep their bikes up" the third guy said.

"I used to ride but that's another thing that stopped when we had kids" I told them, sipping on the smooth whiskey. They didn't seem to mind that none of the half dozen bikes that I'd had or inherited from my dad were Harleys. I found out that they were a diverse group that ranged from a early-thirties construction worker to a dentist just a few years older than me.

The inevitable "Whatcha do?" question came along about the time that my cup was empty. With a refill in my cup, I explained the story and got a few more detailed questions from one guy, Larry, who said he managed a small manufacturing business. It wasn't long before he was sitting next to me, telling me that he was having issues with a supplier who either sent him stuff late or half of it failed testing.

When I asked what the component did, he replied "Just some geeky bits... microcontrollers and such." While I didn't have any business cards, I gave him Sean's contact info and told him to send an RFP (Request for Proposal) on Monday to Sean to see if my company couldn't fix his supplier issue.

"You fuckers done doing business? This is a no-work weekend" the dentist said.

Larry replied "You're just jealous you aren't stuffing your drill in one of our mouths." We all chuckled and another round of whiskey got poured, killing off the bottle.

We kept talking until after midnight and I told the guys that I needed to get some sleep. Having seen only four cots in the cabin, I asked "Only four beds in the cabin, which of you two are shacking up together?" I was just trying to make a joke, but the stares I got back told me I'd hit a nerve. "Uh... Just kidding, guys. I was just going to offer one of my empty beds to whoever got stuck with the floor" I said. The stares turned to smiles and a few guys laughed.

I thought I heard Larry say something quietly to the dentist next to him, but wasn't sure what it was.

Doug tapped at the cabin door just as I'd laid out my sleeping bag on the heavy steel bed. I had expected something a little less industrial to sleep on. Visions of a horror flick alternated with a BDSM porn video zipped through my mind, easily imagining a guy strapped down from all four corners of the steel bed being someone's victim. I shook my head to lose the thought and told Doug "grab whichever one looks comfortable."

"Any one is going to be better than the floor, I think" he replied. Doug was in his mid thirties, tall and thin with a shaved head and a bushy beard. I think from the conversation earlier he was an electrician. He stripped down to a pair of plain white boxers after opening his sleeping bag on a bed across from me.

"You need anything? I'm your bitch for the night" Doug said after I turned the lantern off.

I choked and wondered if he was serious. "Whatcha mean?" I asked innocently.

I heard him chuckle. "Ya know... If ya got needs... Like if your balls are full or if ya got somethin hard that needs relief. It's the least I can do for you givin me a decent place to sleep. Only dawgs sleep on the floor" he said.

I laughed a bit and said "Not mine. She was always on the bed with us."

"That's how you know they trust you. You must have been good to her. My offer still stands" Doug told me. By now my eyes had adjusted to the dark cabin, with just a little moonlight to keep it from being totally dark. I could see him laying there with his sleeping bag open and his hand stroking his cock. Before this trip, I hadn't had sex for the last two years. My wife's birthday before she passed was the last time she felt up to it. Now, I was getting it every day. I'm sure he could see me too and how I was rubbing over the bulge in my underwear.

There was nothing but silence for a minute and that was broken by a howl from a wolf. It never got back to silence though. First I heard grunts and moans coming from outside or the other cabin followed by the creak of the other bed. He came close and then knelt down next to my bed.

"Hearing men rut always turns me on... From that bulge, I assume it does the same to you" Doug said before pushing my hand away and rubbing over my swollen dick. His hand massaged my stiffening cock a minute or two before he tugged my shorts down. I rolled on to my back, watching my newly freed cock point to the sky. Soon, his hand wrapped around the base of my shaft and Doug bent over, his beard laying over my hip before his lips took my cock head into his mouth.

I heard "Oh fuck yeah! Harder!" get yelled out of the other cabin and I tried to place the voice with one of the other guys that had been sitting around the fire earlier. To be honest, the mouth around my cock was keeping most of my attention, since Doug was doing a great job sucking me. My hand reached out and I rested it on the back of his head, causing him to moan around the shaft in his mouth. Doug took a deep breath and then his head slowly took all of my cock in. He flexed his throat around my dick a couple times before finally pulling back just enough to get more air.

A few more times like that and I started to get close. A moment after he grabbed another gulp of air, I began to thrust my hips up and fucking his face. The longer I drilled my cock into his mouth, the more I wondered if he'd let me fuck him. The previous night, I could grab a handful of Craig's hair and pull him off to ask. Doug's shaved head wasn't going to allow me to do that. Instead, each hand held the sides of his head and I slowly pulled him off my throbbing cock and tilted his head slightly. He looked at me, wondering what my next move would be. I took a chance and said quietly "Take my spot and show me that ass." He nodded and the moment I'd rolled off the bed he laid on his back, grabbing the steel loop at the head of the bed and rolled himself back, exposing his hairy ass.

My tongue led the way and I climbed back on the bed and pushed my face between the two mounds. Doug's ass tasted wonderful, some sweat mixed with a hint of cum. I wondered whose load was soaking into him but knew that mine would be soon. My feast lasted a few more minutes before there was enough spit to lube him up. Knowing that he took dick earlier, meant that he probably would be able to take mine without a lot of effort.

The ease that my cock slid into Doug's ass told me he got fucked a lot. "Ah... fuck man... that feels so good" he said, staring back at me before giving me a big toothy grin. Most of my strokes were long and I slipped out a few times. He seemed to like it, so I did it a few times intentionally. My thrusts got harder and I'm pretty sure the other cabin could hear my body slap into Doug's as I bottomed out. His grunts and moans weren't quiet either. Maybe he was trying to let the other guys know he was being used.

Doug worked his ass muscles around my dick as I pounded him and it got me closer to cumming. Since I knew he'd taken someone else's load earlier, I didn't ask. I probably should have but we don't always think things through as we approach orgasm. A few last thrusts started to shower his chute with my cum. His moaning response told me I needn't worry. When the pulses from my cock stopped, he wrapped his legs around my body, holding me tight.

We stood there a minute before he said "Fuck, that was hot. Too bad you're not going to be around tomorrow to do that a few more times." His comment told me he had no regrets giving up his ass to a total stranger. I didn't have any regrets either. We shared the bed that night, I held our naked bodies close sharing each other's warmth as the temperatures dropped over night.

I woke in the morning with my chest against his back and my arm draped around him. My cock was stiff and nestled between his ass crack. Doug sensed my movement and pushed his ass back to me, wiggling it a bit. I felt a little guilty falling asleep the night before without getting him off, but it looked like he was up for getting more dick. My hand stroked his chest a few times, feeling just a little patch of hair between his pecs and some more over his stomach. The bush around his cock was untrimmed and his thin, six and a half inches of manhood was hard as a rock.

My thumb rubbed over the leaking exposed head of his cut cock, making him moan and shiver. I rested my scruffy chin on his shoulder and whispered "I want to taste some of this cream. You going to give it to me before or after I fuck you again?"

"After" he moaned. I kept a grip on his shaft, slowly stroking it and coating my hand with his precum. A few minutes later, he pulled away and rolled off the side of the bed. Doug gave me a devious grin and then stood up. He looked at me as I got off the bed and once I was on my feet, naked, he walked around to the end of the bed and bent over, gripping the rail at the foot of the bed frame.

The sun was just up and the birds were chirping. In the daylight I could see how exposed the inside of the cabin was. All of those windows and the screen door let anyone see what might be happening inside. Remembering our play time the night before, I slid behind Doug and dropped to my knees. My hands pried the hairy mounds apart and I pushed my face in. I tasted the sweat and dried cum from yesterday's sex and it made my dick even harder.

Just like I enjoyed eating a women's pussy, a guy's ass was equally as good. Doug seemed to like it too and worked his hole around my tongue just like he did the night before. He wasn't quiet either, which made me wonder if he was calling out to his pack that he was getting some more or if he was normally this vocal and didn't care who knew. With enough spit coating his hole, I stood up and teased the ring with the head of my cock.

A loud moan filled the small cabin as my shaft slid into the hungry hole. My hands let go of his hips once I was half way in and they slipped up Doug's back until they were gripping his shoulders. He arched his back before pushing his ass back, making sure every inch was inside him. Slowly, the pace of each thrust build up until my body was slapping into his each time. He worked his ass around my shaft occasionally, never trying to force a premature end to the fuck.

I took advantage of that, dragging it out as long as my balls would let me. The last couple minutes were just haggard thrusts before I planted my shaft as deep as it could go and began filling him up with more cum. Half way through my chest was against his back and an arm around his torso. My groans were quiet compared to Doug's and if the other cabin wasn't awake when we started, they were now.

Once my chest stopped heaving and my cock had softened, I backed away. Doug was going to make sure I finished the job and stood back up before turning around. His hand gripped a throbbing cock and I dropped to my knees. One gulp took all six inches into my mouth and garnered a gasp and a moan from Doug. I only got a few minutes of sucking the plump cock before he grabbed my head and held me still, firing his salty cream over my tongue and filling my mouth with a very large load of cum. There was enough that required a few gulps to swallow it down and not spill any past my lips.

A few more gulps swallowed the last of his seed down my throat and I pulled back, scraping as much cum off the shaft with my lips as I could. After another swallow, I licked over the shaft a few more times leaving only a thin layer of spit on it. Doug had a big grin on his face when I looked up at him and his outreached hand helped me get back on my feet.

"Thanks for the warm spot to sleep" he said, grinning.

"Any time" I replied as I reached for my trunks and pulled them back on. Doug grabbed his off of his barely used sleeping bag and put them on. We walked out of my cabin, only wearing our underwear and some shoes. The ranger was sitting next to the fire with Larry and the dentist, all three sipping cups of coffee. I noticed that they were dressed like Doug and I, except the ranger had his uniform shorts on with a semi-hard cock poking out of the unzipped shorts. I got a big smile from both the ranger and Larry before we took our spots on the other side of the fire.

If I'd been fully awake instead of in a cum induced haze, I would have started my own coffee pot to have something to drink. Instead, Larry got up and poured Doug and I cups of joe and refilled his pot. "I hope he wasn't too much trouble last night. Doug can snore like a banshee some times" Larry said to me once I'd gotten a few gulps of coffee down.

"Not at all. If he did, I never heard it. I must have been really tired since I was completely out til this morning" I replied.

"I hope you guys survived with only four in the cabin last night" Doug said with a smile. He looked over at the ranger who was laughing to himself.

"Yeah, we survived. Was kind of strange, but we made do" Larry said.

The ranger looked around at us and said "I heard some strange noises up here, so I had to investigate."

"You got a strange way of investigating. Looks like you lost half your clothes" I said, winking over at Doug.

The ranger grinned back at me and said "Not sure which cabin was louder, but since they were a little closer I made sure the other cabin was ok, first."

I knew that this wasn't the first time that the ranger had joined in to the fun with the biker group and wondered if he knew I wouldn't complain about their playtime. As much as I wouldn't have minded another round of sex with the rest of the group, we made breakfast and I packed up my truck. Whether they spent the rest of the day riding around the river valley or sliding their cocks along someone's crevice I never knew. We all gave each other a firm hug before I drove off. The ranger even told me to stop back any time I was in the area and he'd make sure I got a good spot.