I was a few days shy of twenty one, just off a bad break up and sitting pretty flush with cash, so I decided to get away for a few days, take a vacation. I didn't tell anyone where I was going or how long I'd be gone, I just took a week off, threw a few clothes my hiking gear into a back pack and headed out.
I picked a direction and drove out of the city. I wanted a change. I figured the best way was to find a place out in the woods, throw up my one-man tent and just hide out for a while.
It was mid afternoon when I found myself pulling off at a trail head and getting my backpack ready. There were a handful of other cars and a few motorcycles in the lot, but it was a beautiful day late in August and I expected I wouldn't be the only one wanting to get in a good hike before the weather turned.
I was fairly familiar with this particular trail, having hiked it with some buddies earlier in the summer, and I knew where a fairly secluded camping spot was. That was the destination I had in mind as I set out. Little did I know that the quiet couple of days alone with my thoughts and my post-break up blues that I had planned was never going to happen.
I hiked up the main trail for better than an hour before the turn off toward the spot we'd found before. The terrain was a little rougher on the side trail, and an hour later I was sweating pretty good, my legs telling me I hadn't been hiking in a while and I was ready for a break.
The camping spot wasn't far, just a half mile or so from where I stopped to take a hit off my canteen and catch my breath. Voices carried to me on the light breeze, deep voices that I couldn't make out exactly. It was enough to pique my curiosity and I found myself slipping around a tree and peering through leaves into a campsite.
I was startled at first to see a young man, maybe my age, naked and tied to a tree, but as I watched for a second, he didn't seem to be in distress and when one of the two big biker dudes approached him, he seemed eager enough for the very noisy kiss the biker laid on him.
It was obvious I had stumbled on a private party. One I should forget about and move on. But I was intrigued. One of the reasons I had broken up with my girl was over wanting to add some spice to our sex life. I'd wanted to try some new things and I had confessed to her my curiosity about being with a guy. I've had an attraction as far back as I can remember to a certain kind of guy, big, strong, demanding. It had seemed to make sense that since she was attracted to the same kind of guy, we could have some fun exploring that.
Yeah, not so much.
So, instead of minding my own business, I hid in the bushes and watched as Biker #1 grabbed a fistful of the skinny kid's hair and shoved his head down until the kid could reach the biker's groin. His tongue licked over the leather and I felt something in my stomach tighten.
This was a little too real for me, not like those porn videos I sometimes watched online when I wanted to test out my theories about what it would be like to have a man as a lover. The kid seemed to be into it, if I could judge by the hard on he was sporting as Biker #2 came into view.
Unlike the first biker, his dick wasn't covered in leather. It was hard and huge and he grabbed the kid's head and pulled him over. I watched that mouth open and the biker shoved his cock into it, stretching the kid's lips wide to take him.
Despite everything, my body responded. My cock was hardening inside my jeans and I dropped one hand to stroke over the denim. I knew better. I should leave. I should stop watching and leave, forget seeing it at all, just get to my own campsite and get set up.
And yet, I was leaning against a tree, watching as the two bikers kissed while the skinny kid was choking on cock, unzipping my pants to get my hand around my own dick. I did my best to be quiet, biting my lip to keep from making noise. My hand moved up my shaft, thumb wiping over the head at the top of my stroke, then down again, my eyes closing briefly as I imagined those big hands Biker #1 was using on the kid on me instead.
"Well, well, well...what do we have here?"
My eyes popped open and I tried to shove my very hard dick back into my pants, but I was shoved through the brush and into the camp by a guy I barely saw, but clearly outweighed me considerably.
I am not a small man, not like the skinny guy tied to that tree. I'm not huge and bulky either, not like these guys. I stumbled into the picnic table, my dick banging against the wood hard enough to make me see stars. I grabbed at it, hoping it would cooperate, trying to cover it up.
The guy behind me had a hold of my backpack and yanked me back as the other two turned away from the skinny kid to face me. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"He was whacking off in the bushes watching."
"Is that so?" Biker #1 came toward us and it was only then that I realized just how big he was. He had to be 6'2" at least, and he was built. He towered over me by at least six inches. "You get off watching, boy?"
I tried to back away as he leaned in on me, but the guy behind me wasn't budging. I jumped when his hand closed over my cock, which was just starting to lose it's hardness, and sprang back to life at the touch. "No. Just....stop."
"Here that Joe? He wants us to stop," the guy behind me said, laughing.
"Oh, we're just getting started." Biker #1, who was apparently Joe, said. He squeezed my cock until I yelled, tears burning the corner of my eyes. "Why don't you get that backpack off him so we can have a look."
The guy behind me reached around to unsnap the buckles, and I fought for a second, at least until Joe yanked on my dick again, and suddenly, the weight of my pack was gone and I sort of stumbled forward into Joe.
"I think we got ourselves a live one, boys." Joe said, using his hand around my cock to pull me further into their camp. There were two tents and a fire pit, the picnic table that looked pretty weathered, and a beat up trunk.
"Look, I don't want any trouble." I said, trying to gain some control of the situation.
"No trouble at all." Joe said, grinning at me. "Hank, check his wallet." He turned me, shoving my ass back at Biker #2, whose hands went directly to my back pocket, pulling out my wallet.
"Charles Daton." Hank read from my ID. "Oakland."
"Seriously, just...let go of me and I'll get lost." I raised my hands in a surrendering gesture, but instead of letting me go, Hank crowded into my back, his hard cock pressing into my back. He had a good couple of inches on Joe, and he was broader across too.
"Now, why would we want that?" Hank asked in my ear, his hands petting over my chest.
I was really starting to panic at that point. I put my hands on Joe's chest and shoved, hard enough that I took him by surprise and he let go of me. I didn't get far though, Hank caught my waist and pulled me back to him.
"Now, now...can't have you running away. Not before we've had our fun."
"I'll scream." I said.
The third guy chuckled. "There's a reason we camp here, Chuck. We're an hour off the main path. No one comes up here. Scream all you want." He stepped in, where Joe had been, both big hands catching my face and holding me. His mouth covered mine, his tongue pushing past my lips before I could even think to try to keep him out. He tasted like beer and his tongue explored my mouth quite thoroughly as Hank held my hips.
"Get him naked." Joe said suddenly. "I wanna fuck Chuck."
