I slept like a baby. Between the alcohol consumed and the major fucking I had received, I was utterly content. I was also shocked that any of it had happened. I’d never thought of being with a man before and now I felt like I couldn’t get enough.
As I opened my eyes, I realized that I was alone. I quickly pulled on some clothes and stepped out of the tent. Christy and Rory were sitting by the fire and talking to one another. I could tell by the look in my wife’s eyes that she was developing strong feelings for this man. Who could blame her? He seemed to be perfect in every way.
I also noticed that their hair was wet and they were sitting nude on towels. The log they were on was low to the ground and Rory’s massive dick was hanging almost to the ground. Seeing it again made me want to run over and suck on it.
They finally noticed me standing there and Rory pointed and said, “There’s a pool about a hundred feet that way. Go get yourself cleaned up and get back here. You’ve got a lot to pack up and we have a long hike today.”
Disappointed that I wouldn’t have a chance to get my hands on that cock, I just did as I was told. After I had walked a little ways I glanced back to see Christy reach over and start stroking his huge prick. It made me hard and I vowed to hurry.
Fifteen minutes later I was nice and fresh and clean and headed back to the camp. Rory was still on the log and was holding my wife upside down in a 69. He was lapping up her juices and she was licking his pole like a giant lollipop. He paused long enough to say, “get the packs loaded and fold up the tent,” before returning to his feast.
By the time I had done what he said, Christy was kneeling between his strong legs and Rory was tit-fucking her. I walked up and told him I was finished, as though I expected a treat or maybe even some praise. Instead all I got was a grunt as his mammoth meat began spewing all over my wife’s tits, throat, and face, as well as his perfect abs and chest. Yet another unbelievable load of spunk spread out everywhere.
Without a word I just walked over, leaned down and began licking first him, and then my wife clean. I knelt down behind Christy and pulled out my penis, with the intention of fucking her. Rory merely shook his head and said, “no time for that. You can wait until next camp.” And with that he stood up and helped Christy to her feet. He gave her a very hot kiss and a pat on her tight ass and told her to get dressed.
With some difficulty, I did my short’s back up, stood, and put on my pack. Soon we all headed out on the trail again.
We had hiked for about four hours when all of a sudden we heard men’s voices. Rory removed his pack, told us to do the same, and to hang back a bit. We walked about twenty feet behind him and were shocked to see three very tough looking guys come down the path toward us. They were not the type of guys you wanted to meet in a back alley.
One of them was white, in his late teens or early twenties, with dirty blonde shoulder length hair; another was Hispanic, about 30 years old, with dark coloring; and the third was a powerful looking black man about the same age. They were all over six feet in height, with various builds - all bigger than mine. Rory whispered back to us and told us to hide all our packs and ourselves in the thick brush that ran along the trail. He was concerned for us and yet was preparing to face three men on his own.
I said to Christy, “Shit, should I go help him?” I’ll admit I was very afraid. She just looked at me with a sneer on her face and said, “For one thing, you would get your ass kicked by any one of those guys. For another, he didn’t ask for, nor does he need, your help.” Boy, that comment sure made me feel like a real man. Then, to herself she added, “thank God Rory is here.”
The men had now reached our “protector” and were looking him up and down. The Hispanic then asked, “Where do you think you’re going all by yourself up here, man? There are a lot of dangerous things in the wild. Maybe you should turn around and head back down to the city.”
By this time my wife and I had crept our way close to the action. Maybe it was the effects of Rory on me, but I couldn’t help but notice that all three of the strangers were very handsome, in a rugged sort of way. My heart was pounding as I watched our new friend step closer to the one that had talked. He was at least six inches taller than any of them and they all moved back slightly as he closed in.
“Don’t worry, my friend, there’s nothing up here that I can’t handle.”
Then all hell broke loose. I won’t recap all of the events but suffice it to say, the three of them tackled Rory at the same time. Two minutes later, the white guy and the Hispanic were knocked out and Rory was toe to toe with the black guy. They were like two big bears fighting over food. While Rory had the advantage of height, his opponent was even more muscular and thicker built than him. They had ripped each other’s shirts off and were wrestling all over the opening they were in.
For the first time since this had started I took my eyes off of the men and looked at Christy. I was shocked. She had three fingers buried in her soaking wet cunt and her hand was a blur. I leaned toward her and whispered, “What the fuck are you doing?”
Her voice was shaky, and it took a moment before she uttered the words, “have you ever seen anything so hot? Two of the hottest men I have ever seen, proving themselves in a test of strength. Ohhhhhhhh!” and with that, she collapsed in to a huge orgasm that left her babbling about pecs, biceps, and gorgeous, sweaty men.
Finally, the two men were on their feet again, facing each other, and the black guy called for a truce. He even held his hand out to shake Rory’s. The two of them then helped the others to sitting positions, leaning them against a large tree.
