Camp Bro-Fo …….. Day 1 – Journey To BroFo-Homo Heaven……In an RV…..
It was Good Friday ………and it was already a ‘good’ Friday. We were heading north on the 405. Dave was behind the wheel of his SUV. My other brother Jonnie was riding shot-gun. I was sitting in the back seat, listening to some tunes on my IPod. Jonnie had already figured out what Dave had done. My ass hurt like hell after just getting an impromptu pounding by Dave when Jonnie was in the shower, right before we left. I could still feel some of Dave’s cum oozing outta my well-fucked jock-boy ass. I had showered earlier and Dave wouldn’t let me hop into the shower after Jonnie finished up. He said we were running late and had to get going. At the time, he also said he didn’t want Jonnie to know what we had just done. He’d probably want to plow Jonnie’s ass while I was in the shower and that would make us even later. I sensed there was more to his reasoning and excuses, but I just went along with him and finished loading up the supplies into the back of the SUV.
Our first stop was to pick up Dave’s frat-brother Mike in Woodland Hills. We powered onto the 101, westbound, heading towards Mike’s place. Dave and Mike are both 21. They both just graduated last June from UCLA. They are bff’s and from what I can tell “BFF’’s” (Brother Frat Fuck-Buddies) Both dudes have smoking hot girlfriends and claim they are primarily straight and “bi-curious”. The dudes are delusional. I’ve had hot-as-fuck dude-on-dude-on-dude sex with both of them, separately and together. I guess if they get drunk enough, they can block out the fact that when we are getting our homo on with each other….there’s nothing “straight” about what Dave does to Mike and me, what I do to Mike and Dave, or what Mike wants Dave and I to do to him. Let’s just say the only thing straight in the immediate vicinity is our three rock hard cocks…..and the way the shots are flowing…..straight up….like the cocks….straight up the other dudes hot tight ass…….
When we got to Mike’s, I shifted to the right and he hopped in the back seat behind Dave. “Bro-greetings” were shared all around as Dave headed back to the freeway. I slipped my buds back in my ears, as Dave, Jonnie, and Mike chattered away. Every so often, I’d see hot-frat-stud Mike, turn his head while saying something to either Dave of Jon, look at me, run his eyes up and down the length of outstretched body, smile at me, and adjust the bulge in his shorts. Observing this repeated pattern was making me hard. Mike seemed to notice, as he shifted in his seat several times, getting closer and closer to me each time. By the time his smooth muscled right leg was lightly grazing my own extended left leg, my cock was rock hard and clearly visible, bulging down the right side of my blue jean-clad right thigh. Mike moved up between the center console as if he was getting in between Dave and Jonnie to more fully participate in their conversation. What he really was doing was moving yet closer to me, while blocking their view, as he reached over and started squeezing, palming, and stroking my steel-hard pipe through my jeans. He didn’t look back at me as his right hand worked its magic on my throbbing tool. Eventually he had worked my zipper down, invaded the top band of my black, micro-fiber, Armani, low-rise, briefs and literally fished my hard pre-cumming rock hard cock out into the open. I just leaned back, closed my eyes and let him stroke my pulsating cock while I rocked out to my set of Bruno Mars. Unfortunately, we had reached the freeway exit in Calabasas on our way to pick up Sean. He was Jonnie’s bff ………..and his “BFF”. Sean is another closet-case who attributes his bi-curious, totally homo activities, to his state of intoxication. All I can say is that I can vividly remember Sean, who was stone-cold sober sucking my stone-hard cock ……and me, pounding that same stone hard cock into his tight as fuck jock-dude frat-boy ass without a drop of alcohol within a mile from his lips. The only thing his lips were on were me….and my cock and the only thing Sean could have gotten drunk on would have been all the cum he had guzzled, out of my blasting cock and cum-filled balls. He was obviously in as deep a state of denial as his BFF, my brother Jonnie was. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen him pounding Jonnie like he was his own personal bitch-boy. I couldn’t wait to get to the camp grounds and get the liquor flowing…. Liquor flowing meant cocks a blowing….I pushed Mike to the left as Sean hopped into the back of the SUV, right behind Jonnie. More “Bro-greetings” were exchanged as we headed back towards the free way. My cock was still rock hard and stayed that way as I realized that I officially was the “meat” in a hot-as-fuck “Bro-fo sandwich” ….. Right there in the back seat of my own older bro-fo’s SUV for the next 2 hours……lucky me……..
We were headed up to Montecito, near Santa Barbara to meet up with Brian, the sixth and last member of our appropriately monikered “sextet” for this “Camp Bro-Fo” Easter weekend all-dude outdoor adventure. Brian’s attendance was crucial for two very important reasons. The first and most important reason was due to the fact that we would be using his parents’ huge, luxury RV as a base for our bromo-erotic camping adventures. I’m all for roughing it in the woods with a bunch of hot dudes, but having a virtual house-on-wheels” makes it all the more enjoyable. The RV would be like “Ground-Central”, acting as a place to cook, clean up, sleep, and relax with all the creature comforts of home (almost), including a very spacious and well equipped bathroom for an RV. This would come in very handy in the ‘cumming’ days ahead….. (Pun intended). The second reason that Brian was integral to this latest adventure was because his involvement wouldn’t make me the “odd-dude-out”. Brian’s a walking wet dream. Out of all of Dave’s frat brothers, besides my main dude-crush Ryan, Brian has been the one frat-brother of Dave’s I’ve really liked the most. He’s really a funny, nice, hot-as-fuck dude with a ripped, muscular torso, an extremely masculine face, an absofuckinlutely beautiful and mouth-watering cock, and a chiseled, muscular jock-boy bubble-butt that drives me crazy. Unfortunately, he is yet another “closet case” with the requisite beard of a full-time girlfriend, macho-talking, We’re gonna get married someday and have lots of kids” speech down pat, just like the rest of them, and an insatiable craving for jock-boy cock and ass….I couldn’t wait to get to Montecito and then caravan up the mountains past Ojai to our regular campground spot we have frequented several times before right on Lake Cahuma. I could picture the tall, hot, frat-dude Brian, down on his knees, sucking my dick…..and then begging me to fuck him, in my mind as we climbed over the Camarillo pass and headed due north towards Ventura. My cock was throbbing………..
As we approached Oxnard, I couldn’t help but notice Sean’s growing bulge in his cargo shorts. He was having a four-way conversation with Dave and Jonnie in front, and Mike to my left. When I looked up from my slouched position, still jamming to my own tunes, Sean would be talking to the other dudes, but would occasionally look at me, smile, and then look directly down at my long hard bulging cock. Apparently my wood was giving Sean wood. I shifted my leg directly next to his and pressed it lightly next to his leg. From that point further, Sean spent less time talking and more time gawking. Within ten minutes of light leg frotting, I could begin to see a small dark wet patch of what I assume was pre-cum forming on the leg of Sean’s cargos. God this was gonna be a fun trip….
All this bromo-erotic leg frotting and cock spotting was not lost on Mike. He continued to converse with the other three dudes animatedly, but once he figured out what was going on between me and Sean, he couldn’t resist getting in on the action. Just as I felt his big strong hand reach back behind me and slip down the back of my jeans, I looked over at his own very large and erect cock, straining against the fabric of his shorts, forming yet another wet spot on the “bread” of my bro-mo sandwich. I guess there would be no need for condiments….It seemed like the white creamy stuff was already flowing. I just leaned a little forward and let Mike eventually work his right hand and fingers down the back of my jean and play with my freshly fucked ass, to the left, while Sean was now blatantly stroking, tugging and squeezing on my rock hard cock through my jeans to the right. So far Dave and Jonnie were oblivious to all the hot action I was getting under their very noses, right there in the back of the SUV. That wouldn’t last long.
Jonnie was always very aware of what was going on around him. Before we even reached the freeway, he had mentioned that he smelled cum. By the time we had made our decent from Sunset onto the 405 heading north, Dave had told Jonnie he had pounded my ass while he was in the shower. Jonnie seemed disappointed that he didn’t get in on our brotherly action, and dismissed the whole thing by calling me a cum-slut, dude whore, and a perpetually boned-up horn-dawg. I liked his synopsis. Dave just chuckled. When he turned suddenly and saw what Mike and Sean were up to with me in the back seat, he couldn’t let his own jealousy remain stifled.
“Looks like you three are having a good time already. Jeez Teddy….don’t you ever get enough? You’d think having Dave pound your slut-dude ass this morning would have held you over until we got up to Lake Cachuma….” Jonnie stated to the group in the car
“Damn Dave….already plugging the little bro….aye??? No wonder why his ass feels so hot and sticky. Is that your cum I feel????” Mike asked as he dug deeper into the back of my jeans and slipped a second finger in my ass.
“Dude….you should feel his cock….he’s gonna blow any second….the little fucker is hard as a rock and oozing like a bitch in heat.” Sean added to the mix.
“Fuck dudes…you’re all major perves…including you slut-boy….” Dave replied looking at me from the rearview mirror.
“I’m just sitt’in here dude…. You’re the perve…. You’re the one that fucked me raw this morning, in Jonnie’s room, when I bent over to put something in his duffel bag….. It’s your two “straight” dude frat-boy closeted homo-fags that got their “straight-as-my-ass” hands all over me…..not that I mind dudes…..keep doin what you’re doin…..feels great…… And Jonnie….your just jealous as fuck, drooling over the back seat, with a pretty big bone in your tent from what I can see….. Now who is the real perve in this situation, I ask you….who???” I lambasted all of the fuckers…
“YOU” they all answered in a synchronized spot-on emphatic chorus.
“Yeah…..well…..so what?…..I’m still…….developing………”I started out strong and ended with a mumble.
“Developing an addiction….” Dave sneered
“More like a rap sheet….” Mike added with a chuckle
“I’d say a life-long pattern of gay random dude hook-ups…..” Sean chimed in and laughed
“Cum-guzzler….developing a refined taste for guzzling cum….” Jonnie lowered the reality boom.
“Fuck all of you fags…. You know you all just want me….. Admit it and get over your gay-ass selves….. We’ll see who’s the biggest cum-guzzling, addicted to random-dude homo hook-ups with a wrap-sheet a mile long gay-ass-dude before this weekend is over …… And I’ll betcha all it won’t be me…..I’m not in the closet like the rest of you bro-ho-fo’s…..so go Fuck the Fuck OFF bitches……” I replied to their stinging insults…
And with that….. I turned up the volume on my IPod, sat up straight, dislodged both Mike & Sean’s hands from my jeans, put on my shades and ignored all of them the rest of the way up to Brian’s. Everybody followed my lead, pulled out their IPod, I Phone, and or I Pad and drifted off into their own electronic world. The self absorption was a good thing. We’d all need it. Once the booze started flowing we’d all be wishing for some peace and quiet…..and some “piece and let’s try it…….”
We arrived at Brian’s a little after one in the afternoon. We loaded some more supplies into the RV, stopped for lunch in town, and hit the road by 3 PM. We had about another hour and a half to drive up to Lake Cachuma. Our cozy little group got to spread out now that the RV was in the picture. Sean and Jonnie rode along with me and Brian in the RV, while Mike kept Dave company in the SUV, following close behind. The drive up to the Lake was a slow one, but the new “arrangements” were figured out a long time ago.
I sat up front in the RV with Brian, riding shot-gun and playing his co-pilot, helping him with the navigation of the big beast we were in. Jonnie and Sean were organizing food, tent, and fishing supplies in the mid-section of the RV as we made slow and steady progress up into the Los Padres National Forest, heading towards Lake Cachuma. Dave and Mike followed close behind in the SUV, calling on one of their cells every now and then to check our timing, progress and wield some barbs in my general direction. I secretly loved all the attention, no matter what form it came in, since it just meant all of them had me and my hot, ripped, jock-boy body on their minds. I couldn’t wait for nightfall…..when the spirits start to flow and the frat-dudes cum bursting outta their closets….LOL!!!!!!
We were about 20 miles from our destination. It seemed quiet in the RV all of a sudden. I told Brian I was going to take a piss and be right back. When I stepped down from the cock-pit of the RV and into the general common space in the mid-section, everything was laid out in separate piles, but Jonnie and Sean were nowhere to be found. I walked back further and opened the door to the bathroom. That was empty too. I went in, took a piss, washed my hands, and continued further back, past the set of bunks on either side of the main aisle, leading to the back. I opened the “bedroom” door only to find my dear sweet brother getting his hot tight ass plowed by the very enthusiastic, hip-jerking, and well-hung frat-dude, Sean. They didn’t even stop fucking when they both turned and looked right at me. I just shook my head and was about to call them both a couple of fags when something caught my eye. I looked out of the back window of the moving RV. I’ll be damned if I didn’t see frat-dude Mike’s head bobbing up and down in Dave’s lap in the SUV following close behind us. I just let her rip……….
“Well…..Fuck Me Hard!!!!!…..All you bitches have been up and all over my ass all morning….calling me every gay-ass name in the book….and look at you all now. Mike’s sucking off Dave. Sean’s pounding Jonnie like a two bit whore and I’m the only one with his clothes on….who’s the perve now…..huh???” I bellowed.
“Fuck dude….Dave and Mike have been swapping blowjobs since lunch…and me and Sean have been messing around since we got into the RV….don’t you have some co-piloting shit you can go do with Brian….and get the fuck outta here while you’re doing it….Jeez Teddy….your cock looks like it’s gonna explode for chrissakes……you might wanna take some of those clothes off….just sayin….” Jonnie yelled at me.
I looked down at my rock hard cock. I looked back at the two cock-suckers in the SUV behind us. I looked at the two dude-fuckers right in front of me on the bed. I turned around, closed the door behind me and went into the bathroom. I took off my shirt, jeans and briefs and changed into my sexy black Speedo. I exited the bathroom and walked slowly up the aisle, through the common area and into the RV cab. I plopped down in the passenger co-captain’s chair and sighed.
“What’s up dude? What’s going on? Where is everybody?”
Brian asked me in succession as he turned his head back and forth between each question, not sure whether he should focus on the road or focus on the growing budge in my black Speedo…..or ask why I was wearing just the skimpy thing and nothing else in the first place….
“Dave and Mike are sucking…………”
Sean and Jon are fucking……..”
I stood up from where I was sitting………..
“THIS……….THIS is what’s up………..!!!!!
I replied rolling my Speedo down, and letting him see my rock hard cock sticking straight out in front of me.
“This is what’s happening up here…..”
I reported to him as I dropped to my knees and started to unzip his khaki shorts and pull his cock out.
“….and who gives a fuck about where anybody else is…..you’re getting road-head dude…..right now….right here…..from ME!!!!………….”
I moved in close to him, I tugged his shorts down over his thighs and then completely off, tossed them over into my seat, and sucked Brian’s big, hard, and beautiful, cock into my eager, wet, warm, dude-loving, mouth, and down my throat, as he tried to stay between the lines on the road.
“UHHHhhhhh…….Ooooohhhhh………Teddy………Fuuuucckkkkkk…….DUUUUDDDDDEEE……That feels so fuckin good…………………..Don’t………………..Don’t…………….Don’t’ staaaahhhhhhppppppppp………
TO BE CONTINUED……………….
My older bros…..Teddy, Jon and Dave…..