James B

Ron and Clay

I tried as best as I could to get on top of the situation as James and Brett hopped out, prior to Ron and Clay coming in. Although James gave me a quiet kiss and said he couldn't wait to be back with me, I heard him tell Ron and Clay not to hurt me, and then laughed as he added "at least not too much."

I covered myself with the sheet on the bed. I had been naked for so long, and had been fucked so many times already. Plus I was sensitive that I must have been in the worst shape of anyone there, and I was trying to figure out what that meant. Plus James had been so very nice to me, despite his reputation, and Brett seemed genuinely happy to be there. And there they were wandering around in the mountains happily naked, one more thing I had never done before.

And James' telling me to be more aggressively honest had hit deep, even as I was at least a bit worried about what Ron and Clay would do. Ron seemed to be Tony's oldest. I knew he was married with at least two kids. And I knew his wife was gorgeous, and amazingly built. Clay was in between Ron and Elmer. I think I may have said hello to him once, although I wasn't even sure he acknowledged me. They were older, more established, not anything close to what I would have thought was gay.

And there they were at the door.

Clay was the first to say hi, and immediately seemed softened by my almost hiding under the sheet. He smiled. I said hello, although it must have been hard to hide either my worries or my fears. Ron closed the door to the camper, noting that it was starting to get a bit chilly outside.

I tried not to break down, but some combination of their ages, their maturity and their surprising kindness caught me off guard. Ron said he understood I was a great kisser, and kissed my lips. That was not at all what I was expecting: "Sorry if I seem so worried."

That broke the ice somehow. They both smiled. Clay even laughed. "You must be pretty sore already, no?" I didn't expect that either. "You guys have all been so nice to me." I crawled out of the sheet and touched both of their legs.

"We have heard so many stories about you, already, young man. Neither of us are sure we're ever met anyone who seems to like dick as much as you do."

That embarrassed me, as James' words about being honest kept running through my mind: "You guys are all so well built and so handsome. I can't help but want to try to please you if I can." And with that my hand moved closer to Clay's crotch, with him helping it the rest of the way. Clay looked at Ron, and Ron's hand rubbed up my naked leg to my ass. "Damn. Dad has told me a lot about your ass..."

Clay had opened his jeans. "I do hope I can please you two." And with that I moved my lips up to where Clay was exposing his hardening dick, as Clay's hand joined Ron's down by my ass. "James was right. This looks just like an opening rose." And with that each of them starting fingering my hole.

I would soon learn they were well hung like their brother and dad, even if not as much as Brent, and certainly not James. But I did want to do my best to please them, as I started sucking Clay's wet dickhead, even as he looked and Ron and said I was a better cocksucker than Clay's wife. Ron was getting hornier: "You think this pussy is going to compare as well?" And with that Ron slipped out of his clothes, with Clay quickly helping make sure Ron could slide in: "Shit. This bitch is leaking cum as if we've both already unloaded in him."

I swallowed Clay's dick all the way to the base. In fairly short order they traded places so Ron could let me do the same to him, while Clay turned to my ass, as he looked at Ron: "This may be more fun to eat than my wife as well..."

With that Clay started eating my hole, immediately sending me into some kind of crazy shaking, with Ron laughing as he saw me cum, without even touching myself. I had never had my ass eaten like that before, and Ron took advantage of my shock to push me down all the way on his dick, already wet with cum from my ass.

I lost myself. I begged Clay to fuck me. Ron almost got jealous. They both seemed so much more experienced than anyone I had ever been with, and their horniness was clearly kicking in big time. Clay kept comparing me to his wife. Ron kept telling stories that I guess Tony had shared with him. Both of them went to town on me, shooting at least once in both my mouth and ass. Ron said he couldn't even remember the last time he had fucked a guy; Clay countered that Tony had insisted they come on the trip. And the three of us even kissed together a couple of times.

I was exhausted, but I did want them to be pleased. I asked how they were doing more than I had ever done before. Clay laughed: "You're turning into a professional whore." I defended myself: "I just want you two to enjoy me." Ron laughed: "Has my dad done this to you, or have you always wanted to be such a fag?" They both laughed, and it wasn't until then that Clay notice my tits: "Fuck. What is this?" I was embarrassed, and Ron noticed: "Don't be so self-conscious, Jeff. It is pretty fucking amazing though."

And with that Ron kissed where James had bitten me earlier. Then he looked up at Clay: "Shit. Now I know why Dad had me pick up those clamps."

I was too exhausted to follow up there. "You guys like me, right?" They both laughed, and both french-kissed me. Clay also had Ron look at my leaking ass: "James will be so excited to see how we've pollinated his rose."

And out of nowhere Ron slapped my ass and said I should at least help out a little bit with setting up camp before it gets dark. Clay then really laughed: "You think he's going to be ok with walking right now? Take a nap if you dare, boy. It's been great to meet you."