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I combat-parked the camper, facing out, ready to rock & roll if needed. Next I shut off the engine, causing the radio to cut out in the middle of some news update about a prison escape. I couldn't care less, I was in Three Horses National Park in the physical world, and Heaven in the mental one.

Don't get me wrong, I dearly love my wife & kids... but God, sometimes you need some time away. My wife fully agreed, and had an arrangement such that, on rare occasions, one of us could have a weekend by our self while the other took care of the kids. And I was about to have what I wanted.

I'd arrived late, the sun already setting in gorgeous hues of red, orange, pink... If I were an author maybe I could add some more. Magenta? Mauve? Lavender? Pff, I thought, it's just a fancier way of saying red, orange, and pink. Something you can pat yourself on the back over while you smugly sniff your own farts and sip a $20 cappuccino you could make yourself for under 50 cents daily if you had a $30 moka pot and a $5 milk frother.

This wasn't my first camping trip, my wife & kids knew me to be a bit outdoorsy. They had never expressed any interest in it, making it the perfect refuge for me. They'd be surprised as hell if they had any idea that I didn't know shit about camping. Les Stroud can survive in the arctic winter with nothing but a loincloth, a stick, and a few rocks. I couldn't survive the goddamned mosquitoes if I were to camp out in the back yard on a warm summer night. The tent and assorted gear were for show, I always tossed a bit of dirt and leaves on the stuff, it would sure look funny if I came back from camping with perfectly clean, unused equipment.

Whistling jauntily, I got out of the cab, locked the door behind me, and got in the camper. It was my own design, I'd framed out the back of a small box truck and built my home away from home in it. A small kitchen area was opposite a small bathroom toward the front -- small is definitely a theme when talking about mobile living -- leaving a living area toward the back. A futon did double duty as a couch and bed. A window on one side could be covered up by an exterior metal panel, which was currently in place, and the entire back was another huge window, currently covered up by the rolling metal door these trucks usually have. As a master carpenter, I'd really been in my element building my baby, the carefully chosen woods and intricately detailed woodwork gave it a very luxurious look. Rounding out the aesthetic was a framed print of Dali's 'The Persistence of Time,' one of my favorites.

Once settled in, I put some Armin van Buren on the high-end stereo system. Trance is only one of many genres of music I like, but for what I was doing it was my favorite. Music accomplished, I took a few tokes of Wedding Cake off my vape. Don't get me wrong, it's a really good strain of weed. It's just that given how it looks fucking irradiated, you'd expect to trip off it or something. This was not the case, but it sure did get me baked out of my gourd. My eyes starting getting dry, and my loins began to stir like Gordon Ramsay on a meth bender. I opened the secret compartment and got my dildo and lube. It's called Chance, and it's a replica of horse 'equipment.' I have the flared version, which is much thicker around the head compared to the rest of it.

I have no inner turmoil about it, I'm straight but I like butt stuff. No problem with LGBTQ+ people, but I'm not one, and I'm sure they'd agree -- a (mostly) straight middle-aged white guy isn't exactly one of their tribe. I wish their tribe well though, I like humanity in general. I'm still working on Taylor Swift and people from Long Island and northern New Jersey (an area which really should be split off into its own smelly state), but all in due time. At least I don't hate them. Too much...

With that being said, being smart means knowing which cards to keep close to your chest, and this sure as hell was one of them. No one, and I mean absolutely no one on earth, knew of my naughty little secret. After double-checking that the windows were covered, I stripped down to my birthday suit and slathered lube all over my ass. It was time to party.

Just then I heard voices outside. It's interesting that, for whatever reason, you can know a guy is black just by the timbre in their voice. Even without a black accent, it's just in the tonality. There were at least two voices, both black.

The door opened. What the fuck, I could have kicked myself. I had locked the doors to the camper's cab. I had checked and double checked that the windows were covered. But I had forgotten to lock the door to the actual camper I was in. I guess in all the excitement my usual extreme caution had failed me. What a fucking boneheaded move!

This thought occurred to me in a fraction of a second -- it didn't have any more time than that. No sooner did the door open than two huge black men jumped in. I'm a bit bigger than normal at 6 feet, but these guys towered over me. They were also extremely jacked. They wore orange jumpsuits, an odd fashion statement. No, it's construction workers' safety clothes...? I couldn't quite figure- Bam! The obvious hit me like a ton of bricks as I recalled the blurb on the radio about a prison escape.

While the prison uniforms were standard issue, the guns they both held were certainly not. God only knew where they'd gotten them, but the only thing that mattered now was that they had them. Grinning ear to ear at my nakedness, the guy on the left spoke.

"Boy... you 'bout to have the worst, or the best, time o' yo' life," said the one on the right.

"I'll give you all the money I have-" I began.

"Get on yo' knees, bitch!" yelled the other guy. They looked remarkably similar, not just their physical size but their facial structure as well. Undeniably brothers, they'd likely grown up sharing a lot of things, including cum receptacles.

I did as instructed and the one on the left, clearly the alpha of the two, pulled out the biggest penis I've ever seen in my life. And he was soft -- I was comparing his soft size to the erect size of the biggest cocks I've seen in porn. Not to mention, the ones in porn look bigger because the girls are like 4'6", the guys are often small as well, and of course they use flattering camera angles. None of that was the case here though! His words echoed in my head, "the best or worst time..."

My eyes revealed which it would be, much to the delight of the guy on the right. "He goan' like this, Omar!," he exclaimed, grinning.

I've fantasized -- a LOT -- but never actually had the courage to try anything with a guy. I've heard of Grindr, of course, but I always pictured my wife or kids catching me, some detail I had overlooked, who knows... Then there was the fact that my hole is, in a word, loose. It'd be like fucking a jar of warm mayonnaise and would probably disgust any guy I might hook up with. With all this in mind, I'd simply never bothered.

I opened my mouth to tell him that I don't know what I'm doing and probably wouldn't be any good, but as soon as I did, he stuffed his cock in my gob. Instinct took over and I started sucking. I got his head in my mouth -- barely! - and started sucking and licking. Going any deeper was out of the question, as thick as his head was, the shaft was even thicker. I was in heaven! I darted my tongue tip in & out of his pisshole, stroked his banjo string, and licked around the rim. My hands weren't useless, one fondled his huge balls while the other stroked up & down his lengthy shaft.

Omar, despite having his tool sucked, had the presence of mind to think of his brother. "DaShawn, what the hell you doin'? Git to work, nigga!"

I sensed DaShawn crouching or kneeling behind me, then felt him fingering my hole. "Oh shit, this nigga all lubed up! He musta known we was comin'!"

"I'm goan' be comin' alright," returned Omar, "I ain't come in a year! Shit, you 'member dat conjugal visit wit LaTisha? Dats the last time!"

"No shit dawg," came the reply "been at least a year fo' me, mebbe mo'. Imma fill dis nigga up like a gas tank." He chuckled a bit. His finger in my ass had become three, then realizing what a slut I am, he simply rammed his entire fist in me. In & out a few times, he motioned to Omar, and they easily manhandled me over to the futon, where Omar sat down, forcing me onto my hands & knees as his cock had never once left my mouth. This was due to diligence (and suction) on my part, not because I was being forced.

There was no preamble, no foreplay. DaShawn simply rammed his cock inside me to the hilt. By the feel of it, it was every bit as big as Omar's, maybe bigger. It hurt just a bit at first, but any thoughts of pain quickly faded as Omar began spurting huge globs of cum into my mouth. This was top fantasy, I had always wanted to drink a man's cum. In the fantasies, it was always huge globs of thick creamy cum, but that only happens when a guy doesn't cum for awhile. In porn you're usually lucky to see a half teaspoon. But this surpassed my fantasy, my God there must have been a cup of it! I greedily sucked and slurped his massive load, each spurt was a mouthful requiring a large swallow, which I did happily.

DaShawn, meanwhile, had not stopped pounding me since he'd put it in. It felt better than any fantasy, and any misgivings I had about being so loose were allayed by the size of his cock. The Chance dildo, while very long, isn't absurdly thick. Thicker than any normal human penis, but these guys didn't have normal equipment. If anything these guys were just about as thick, but harder and with less give than the dildo.

Omar had just busted a giant nut, but it had been a year and he was not spent. After just a minute or two to recuperate, he said "Shit yo, I need dat ass." DaShawn pulled out and they switched places. Their cocks were virtually identical, not only in size but shape as well. There was no doubt they were brothers.

With Omar now drilling me from behind, DaShawn no sooner got his head in my mouth than he began to moan loudly. I knew what was coming and geared up for round 2. Spurt after spurt of thick, rich, baby-making cum shot into my mouth once again, and once again I greedily slurped up every bit of it. I couldn't help but notice my stomach felt full. Still sucking, I ran a finger up his urethra to squeeze every bit of cum out of him and into my waiting mouth.

DaShawn needed even less time to recover than Omar had, exactly zero minutes and zero seconds. No sooner had I swallowed the last drop than he said "Yo, I think dis nigga can fit us both. Look at dat dildo he play wit!"

I took the cue and finally, begrudgingly, took my mouth off his still-hard cock. Squatting up, I got on his lap and sat on it. Variety is the spice of life, and as wonderful as getting fucked from behind by both of them had been, this new position felt even better. Omar got behind me and I felt his giant pecker trying to get inside me alongside his brother's.

It was slow going, I'd never been stretched as much as their double-barrel lovin' would demand. They started alternating, first one would thrust into me, then the other, in rapid succession. This is what got me feeling the familiar buildup. I hadn't expected this, I never come when I use my dildo. I mean, I enjoy the hell out of it, I wouldn't do this if I didn't -- but it's a different kind of pleasure. I usually don't come until after I'm done playing, almost as an afterthought, and it requires masturbation.

But a dildo isn't the real thing. This was, and being used like a whore by actual men was about as different from a dildo as watching sports is to playing them. As my orgasm built I started moaning hoarsely. I pointed my normal-sized cock off to the side and shot a huge load all over the futon. Well, huge for me -- it was more like one spurt from either of these stallions.

Behind me, Omar had the better vantage point. "Oh shit yo, he just bust a nut!"

DaShawn responded by chuckling. "Now he all broke in, les' do dis!"

With renewed effort, little by little, they started stretching me out enough by overlapping their strokes. One would go in just a bit before the other pulled out. Eventually they stopped in place when they each had a few inches in me, and wordlessly thrust simultaneously. Oh my God! This actually did hurt, this was beyond anything I'd ever done to my poor asshole. But there it was, both of them balls deep inside me.

"Oh shit... Omar, Imma..."

"Oh God, dawg, me too!"

Just as I was getting used to the pain and starting to enjoy it, they unloaded in me at exactly the same moment. While dildos like mine can have cum tubes, used to deliver a simulated cumshot of cornstarch mixed with water, I stupidly hadn't ordered that option, so this was my first experience of being inseminated. Of being bred, like a whore. And, like a whore, I fucking loved it. Their cocks were throbbing, vibrating even. If I hadn't come earlier, I probably would have at this point.

But orgasm or not, this was a uniquely wonderful sensation. The physical stretching was one thing, but even more of a turnon was knowing I was their bitch, utterly and completely. I was now going to absorb their semen into my body, a thought which turned me on even more. God, how could I still be horny after being fucked to an orgasm I didn't think was possible for a man to achieve in this way?

As we all basked in the afterglow, I felt their cocks soften. Behind me, Omar pulled out, sat down on the couch next to us, and promptly started snoozing. I looked at DaShawn, about to say something about it, when I noticed he too was asleep. He was soft - only the sheer size of his cock, and my position on his lap straddling him, had kept it inside me.

I leaned to the side, as horizontally as possible, and cupped my hand over my ass as I pulled off his meaty dick. Some cum dribbled out, onto him, onto me, and onto the futon, but I managed to keep most of it inside me. I laid down on the floor, on my stomach to keep their sperm inside me while I absorbed it. I was ecstatic, my wildest fantasies couldn't have been this good.

The brothers were now snoring. Prison escape followed by much-needed orgasms must be tiring stuff. I didn't feel tired at all though, my cock was hard as a rock against the floor as I thought about what a slut I was, and how I had about a quart of black mens' semen in my body.

I heard the door open behind me. Oh God, this couldn't be happening -- in all the excitement I'd forgotten to lock the door yet again! My first thought was that it must be a park ranger. "If this van's a-rockin', don't come a-knockin'," goes the old saying. Whoever this was had obviously heard that, because they didn't knock. As I began to turn my head, my next thought was that it was the cops looking for the prisoners. I briefly wondered if I should say they raped me to save some face. They were already inmates, how much worse could it be for them?

When I finally beheld my newest visitor, I was greeted by yet another black man in an orange jumpsuit. This guy was different though. Not small, but smaller than me, with an erudite, intelligent face adorned by wire-framed glasses. I wondered if his name was Jaykwon, or Tyrone, or... "Hey, I'm Robert," he whispered, careful not to wake the brothers. He turned around briefly to lock the door.

He looked knowingly at my ruined ass, loose and gaping, with cum plastered all around it. My still-hard dick was pinned against the floor, down my legs in direction, allowing him to see it despite its modest size. "Wow, you still need more after what they did to you?"

I nodded silently. Without hesitation, he stuck his hand in my ass. In & out a few times, like he had experience following the brothers around. The next time he stuck it in, he pushed further, then further, then further. Leaving my chest on the floor, I raised my ass for him.

Before long he was in as deep as the brothers' cocks had been, around a foot. He pushed further still, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt his elbow slip past my distended sphincter, now he was in up to his bicep muscle.

I was feeling things I'd never felt before, even my dildo wasn't this long. He began slowly, rhythmically pulling out to his forearm, then gently back in almost to his shoulder. I couldn't believe anything could feel better than being fucked, but this did.

I broke eye contact as my neck was getting strained from looking behind me. When I looked forward again I saw DaShawn looking at me. Omar's snores let me know without looking that he was still out for the count. As Robert gave me a thorough fistfucking, DaShawn got down on the floor beside me and... kissed me. This was unexpected, not something I'd ever thought or fantasized about. But I liked it.

There was no uncertainty, no exploring. It was the deep kiss of lovers. As our tongues danced Robert continued to work his magic and before long I felt another orgasm building. I'd never felt so packed full as when he was up almost to his shoulder, and on the outstroke his elbow provided a sensation absent from the smooth shafts of penises and most dildos.

Reaching over, I grasped DaShawn's semi-hard cock and started playing with it. With his tongue down my throat, I came. Hard. Robert shoved it in me to the max, I actually felt his armpit on my butt. I sucked on DaShawn's tongue and came, came came. Spurt after spurt shot onto the floor forcefully enough to be audible.

Robert slowly pulled his arm out of me, but DaShawn never stopped kissing me. If anything it was becoming more passionate. He turned me over onto my back, grabbed an ankle in each hand, and held my legs up and spread them. I realized what he was going to do and angled my butt up for him. "Yeahhh," he said lazily, "dis gon' be good..."

He entered me in the missionary position and re-planted his lips on mine. Kissing me deeply, having already fucked me, he now made love to me. He broke the kiss just long enough to tell me I'm a nasty little slut. The lustful way I looked at him, bitch for his cock, whore for his seed, was a more eloquent reply than any words I could've mustered up.

Slowly, rhythmically, he fucked and kissed me. I was spent, but before long his thrusts sped up, belying the fact that he was not. He broke the cardinal rule of kissing by putting his face exactly up against mine, nose to nose. The kiss was necessarily not as deep, especially with my big honky beak in the way. But it allowed perfect eye contact as he unloaded his seed in me one more time, my arms wrapped around his back, and my feet on his butt pulling him into me. I couldn't imagine a better conclusion to the night.