"You gonna pound his ass like you said you do?" Rex says, "I wanna see it." "Oh, I will," I boast. My motions are swift and powerful. In the steam-filled shower room, the echoes of flesh against flesh fill the large communal wet room. The Coach's silky wet muscular walls of his ass are squeezing me with varying intensity. I let out barely audible moans, as his ass grips me and brings me closer and closer to filling him with my much sought after ...
I was in rural Tennessee when I ran out of gas. It was very rural, even backwoodsy; a place where you probably didn't want to be stranded after dark. It was high noon and hot. I'd turned off the highway at a truck stop and headed into the hill country and I'd misjudged the distance.
Like I said, that was the first of many camping trips. David was insatiable when we were out in the woods, and he was more loving. I liked that about him, and to this day, I still get a tingly horny feeling when I'm in a woods and remember our times together.
Paul had his college buddies in the old john boat heading down the creek. They were going to spend a long weekend at the old fishing shack situated in part of the swamp along the creek. It had no electricity, a composting toilet and a shower using collected rainwater. They were going to rough it this weekend.
As I was driving through a forest in northern California to meet my three buddies for a weekend of camping, my old car broke down in the late afternoon. Two gorgeous lumberjacks from a nearby logging camp stopped to assist me. Well, I spent the night being drilled raw by these two hunks.