The Camp Out PT 5

Camping Out PT 5

I wake up later in the day—about 3:00 or so to a scorching tent. Must have been a hundred degrees in here, sweat pouring from my pits and ass. The smell of my unwiped hairy crack smelled like a pig trough. Damm—I gotta go shower up now. Exiting the tent I see one of the quads sitting near by. Pointing at it, and glancing over at Blankinship, he replies “ya—there’s only 5 out riding right now.

I walk near by him, heading for the quad, and he exclaims—kinda loudly actually, “God damm homie you stink”!. I just flash him a grin, remembering why, and reply “ya”.

Riding up to the bath house and entering, it’s already full of steam. Excellent. There are three others in there, none of them our b o y s. Quickly sudsing up the crack, I work the lather into the dried up muck in the hairs. Tilting my head back into the shower head, I wash the filth from my hair as well, but I leave the pits alone. Not messing up 4 days worth of funk there 🙂

The sensations started my dick and balls to swell, and in just a few moments I was now hanging ‘half way to my knee’. With my coy peripheral vision, I detect a few glances from the other three in the shower. I just continue on non chalantly like I didn’t notice. The three finish up about the same time, and began toweling off, finally dressing and leaving the bath house. I did detect one of them taking a quick glance back as he walked through the entrance. Giving a few seconds, I quickly rinse off, and walk to the entrance to catch a glimpse of what they were driving, and which direction they went, for future references 🙂

Back into the shower to spend a few more minutes of the powerful jets blasting the muscles of my back, I hear a couple of quads pulling up. In walks Dustin and Johnny, covered in so much mud you could hardly recognize them. Removing their helmets, they head straight for the shower heads. Dustin turns on two more, and the two b o y s slide under them to wash the mud from their riding gear.