James B

Ted and Crew

As we left the tent, James whispered: "Do your best to make sure these guys understand you're mine." What that would mean on and off throughout the morning was that I stayed fairly close to him, and mostly let him lead the way when I serviced someone, with him more often than not joining in, one way or another.

The whole experience seemed a bit odd to me: all of us stark naked throughout the day, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, talking of sex, of work, taking occasional dips in the lake and just hanging out. I was also surprised how natural it seemed to most of them, even as we all cooked and ate food (except that James made sure I didn't do anything but drink water and a bit of coffee), kept the fire going, and got to know each other better, at least from my end. I just had no idea that that kind of thing happened much.

On top of that, James encouraged me to take at least a bit of a nap, smiling as he told me I might want to be braced for Ted's visit in the afternoon: "That one I really may not have much control of, baby." So I took him up on the advice, and rested, but probably only for an hour in the camper before Brett and Brent came in to wake me up. It was nice--I was almost getting used to endless sex, even if it did end with one more warning about Ted.

Ted was James' older brother. I had heard stories that he was rougher than James, but I really didn't know much. In the course of the morning, I learned he supervised a bunch of migrants working in various odd jobs around the county: farming, construction, whatever came up. Guys generally seemed impressed with him and seemed to respect him: his build, his energy. He may have been the only smoker in the group.

James continued to keep me close, letting me know I'd be ok with Ted: "He's good at heart, just a bit rough sometimes. And at least Tony's got his lifeguard background, so we can sort out whatever we might need to." By 2 James was looking at his clock, letting me know it wouldn't be surprised if Ted was punctual even up in the mountains. At 2:30 Ted pulled in.

Ted was driving a nice new pickup, with double seating. He got out, together with three other guys. James looked at me and just said "Fuck. Good luck, baby." That may have been the softest I had seen his dick all day.

Two of the three guys looked Hispanic, the other black. Tony met Ted, who smiled at the site of all these naked guys. Tony was quick to respond: "Don't sweat it. Jeff will do the favors."

Tony then introduced me to Ted: "Help them get comfortable, Jeff. Then it's their call to do whatever they want. Knowing Ted, we all have pretty high expectations." Tony then helped me to my knees so I would start with Ted, who started undoing his belt, until Tony stopped him: "Make him do that. Just enjoy yourself. Do your best, Jeff, and then some."

I really had no choice other than to take over from there. I finished undoing Ted's belt, and felt his bulge a bit. Unsurprisingly, he was almost as hung as James, although with hair more reddish than James' dirty blond hair. Ted pulled my head into his crotch, and I started smelling and sucking. It was gradually occurring to me that this was going to become the afternoon's entertainment, as the others circled around and started barking out various orders.

My heart was pounding, trying to figure out where this might go. So many guys, and one more huge dick. I thought of James as I got Ted hard, with him pinching my tits as Elmer and James encouraged him to. Ted went hard, but then directed me towards his three guests, making me strip and suck each of them in turn.

Even trying to recollect the event makes me dizzy. One of them was called Juan, one was Alvaro, the other was Michael. I would learn later that they were all guys he supervised, and that he knew would obey him without question. Hung, built, energetic.

In the meantime the crowd I was with got hornier and hornier watching. Jerking off and calling out orders, with Tony and at least James trying to calm them down, "for later."

I did my best to focus on servicing whatever dick was in front of me. I couldn't deepthroat any of them, it seemed, and cried out when they fucked me. That motivated them as well as the crowd even more, and eventually got Tony to throw out some kind of strapping device, where I wouldn't have a choice but to let them do as they wished.

I took them down my throat, up my ass. They bit my neck, my ass, my tits, almost harder the more they could tell they were hurting me. Ted might have made them back off once or twice, almost as if he knew the edge to keep me on. I took cum in my ass, in my mouth, on my face, as well as piss. In the end I was all but unable to move, as the others cheered, and Ted made them clap: "Shit, guys. You have one lucky bitch here. But we better take a dip in the lake and head back. Some of us have work to do."

They all joined in, with Tony and James hanging back to I guess make sure I was ok. "The bitch did well. That was a great idea, James." James responded: "Let him deal with the pain. He'll get used to it."

Then James kissed me: "I hope you thought about me a lot. Relax if you can. I'm sure we'll be staying here until Sunday."

"Did I do ok, James?"  James smiled, slid his big hard dick into my mouth, and massaged my head while he quietly unloaded down my throat:  "I'm keeping you.  Forever."