Camping Out PT 7

I approach Dustin’s tent, and give a rap on the block of wood near the entry. I forgot to mention earlier that all the tents had some type of makeshift ‘doorbell’ since you couldn’t actually knock on a tent, lol.

“Who is it”? A voice answers.

“It’s Matt”

“Ahh kewl dawg—come on in”.

I unzip the flap and step in, then turn to zip it back up. Turning back around, Andre’s shinny black ass is almost in my face. Sweat is pouring from his face, down his back and ass, even the back sides of his thighs. And he is all up in Johnny’s ass ! “Damm” I think—again ?

“Fuck, homie—that shit that good” ?

“Oh damm bro—I ain’t had pussy that was this good”, as Andre continues the onslaught of Johnny’s ass. As Dustin had described, Johnny is just laying there, on his belly, with his arms spread to his sides, grunting with every downstroke as Andre envades his guts.

Johnny, stretching his neck sideways, mutters between grunts, “You—doin–me–next–Matthew” ?

With a big grin, I grab my junk under my sweats, already half boned up, and just give it a squeeze. I finish off my coffee, and drop the cup onto the ground. Hooking my thumb into the waistband of my sweats and jock, and pulling them down to just under my low hanging hairy balls, I take my dick in my right fist and begin working it up. It only took a minute or so to get him fully boned up, now at it’s full 9” of vein poppin meatyness.

About this time, Andre starts grunting himself, and grabbing Johnny by his waist, delivers about three body slams into Johnny’s ass. They both cry out in some pretty loud ‘ahhhhhhs’ as Andre unloads his massive nut into Johnny’s guts. Johnny is slapping his hand to the floor, but crying out in ecstasy.

I step over to just beside Andre, and just as he pulls out, leaving a trail of jizz down Johnny’s ass crack, I jump in, and plow right into Johnny’s sloppy ass.