I had decided to spend a few days of my vacation bicycle camping at a remote old
stone quarry located some twenty miles from my home. The site was inaccessible
to cars so my mountain bike would be perfect.

I arrived in the mid afternoon and unpacked my gear and set up camp. With my
bike now free of its load, I returned to the road and pedaled back to the
nearest store where I picked up two twelve-packs of Bud. Returning to my camp, I
set aside two of the Buds and placed the remainder in a burlap bag, secured that
with a nylon line and lowered it into the quarry.

I took a moment to look at my surroundings. Beautiful. The quarry was tree and
shrub ringed, birds sang and darted about, dragon-flies skimmed the surface of
the water and chipmunks were everywhere, having their usual chipmunk fun.

Slipping from my Spandex biking shorts, I finished my first beer and waded into
the water to search out any rocks or submerged tree limbs so that I would be
able to safely dive in later without knocking myself for a loop. Being alone, I
could not afford to be injured.

Floating on my back, I heard a voice call out, "Hello the camp!" Looking up, I
saw a man step out from the woods some fifty feet away. I swam to the bank, and
as he approached I noted that he was about my height and build; six foot, 180
pounds, somewhat muscular. Where I have jet black hair, his was blonde; I am 30,
he appeared to be in his mid-twenties.

"Heard you splashing around and just thought I'd come over to say 'Hi', he said.
"My name is Paul. But if you'd rather be left alone, that's cool."

"No, glad to see you," I said. "My name is Jack. Grab that line there on the
tree and pull up some beers. And would you toss me my shorts there so I can get
out?"

"Hey, Jack," he said laughing. "Don't worry about shorts. I mean, this is
nature, right? I just slipped into these trunks to come over here." With that,
he slipped from his swim trunks, hung them on a branch and began to haul the
beers from the deep cold water of the quarry.

Now, I do not consider my self gay, or bi, or any other sexual label. I am
simply "sexual". I stepped from the water and watched as Paul retrieved the
sack, removed two Buds and lowered it back. He walked over t and handed me the
ice colld Bud. We made polite converssation as we sipped our beers, but were
openly eyeing each others cut cocks, which were both rising in the hot July sun.
I stepped close to him and took his cock in my hand, and Paul did likewise.

"Wow," Paul said. "Nice piece of meat. It looks like we could be twins. What is
this, nine inches? Your head is a bit larger though."

"Just a bit over nine," I said. "And we do look like we have twin cocks. This
will almost be like sucking myself off."

"Say, Jack... before we get started, lets go over to my camp and smoke a fat
joint and have a drink. My partner would love to meet you and get in on some
good kinky sex."

"Partner?", I thought to myself. Cool. I love a hot nasty three-way. On the way
to Paul's campsite, he explained that his partner's family owned this land, and
they had made several trips on a three-wheel ATV hauling in supplies for an
extended stay. As we stepped into a small clearing of the campsite, Paul said,
"By the way, I hope you enjoy women also."

God. The woman stood naked at a picnic table making a drink. She was tall,
perhaps 5'10, athletically built, with large firm tits and large protruding
nipples. She was long-legged, with powerful thighs like a soccer player. Close
cropped blonde hair, she seemed to be older than Paul and I, perhaps early
forties. What could be not to like? This woman could make a dead queer's dick
hard!

"Jo", Paul said, "this is a new friend who is camping up around the curve from
us. Jack, meet my partner Jo." As she shook my right hand, her left went to my
fully hard boner and gave it a good squeeze.

"Nice to meet you, Jack. Did Paul tell you all about me?"

"No, not really, Jo. And I must say, its damn nice to meet you." I lowered my
hand to her bald cunt and began to finger the wetness of her. Paul stood at the
table rolling a fat joint and grinning.

"The thing is Jack, I am a cock-worshiping, cum loving, bisexual, nympho slut.
Have a seat here at the table; I want to get this in me." I sat on the bench, my
stiff bone jutting up proudly. Without any preliminaries, Jo faced and straddled
me, lowering herself onto my cock in one move. She was soaking wet and tighter
than I had thought she would be. She slowly moved her hips in a gentle rhythm.

Paul walked around the table with the lit joint in his hand and passed it to me.
I took a deep hit and passed it to Jo as she continued to slowly rotate on my
cock. We continued this way as we smoked it down, Paul watching us fuck and
stroking his own swollen meat. Soon the doobie was down to a nub, and Paul
dropped it in an ashtray with several others. This was casual sex at it's best.

"Jo, baby, now for a surprise," Paul said. He stepped close and held his cock
close to my face; I took it in my hand, and after licking the shaft a bit took
it in my mouth and began to suck it while fondling his hairless balls.

"Oh, God," Jo murmured, "My favorite turn-on! Two hunks getting it on! Suck that
fat prick, Jack!" As I took him deep in my throat, she began licking and sucking
his fat balls as she increased the pace of her grinding on my cock. Soon, I felt
a strong cum beginning, and as I had not unloaded for several days, I knew it
would be a sizable load. I told my new fuck buddies as much.

"Good, good," Jo cried. "I'm going to fucking cum too.... fill my cunt Jack...
give me a hot fucking load of hot cock sauce. Fill my cunt with cum!" Just as I
began to shoot, she began a low sort of growl and began her own orgasm. We each
had a hand on Paul's cock. After several moments, when we had caught our
breaths, Jo asked Paul if he was hungry. He replied that Jo surely knew he was
always hungry.

Quickly spreading a sleeping bag on the ground, Paul lay on his back and said,
"Feed me, you slut." Jo raised herself off my lap, grinning as my still
semi-hard cock slapped my belly. Placing her hand tightly against her cunt lips
she walked over and squatted over Paul's face. When she removed her hand I could
see the melange of our combined cums began to flow from her. Paul sucked and
swallowed with glee.

As Jo fed Paul the fuck sauce, she bent and took his raging prick into her mouth
and began to throat him to the balls. I took the opportunity to get behind her
on my knees. I began to nibble and rim her lovely asshole, and soon had my
tongue deep in her. To make sure I could enter her easily, I briefly slid my
cock into her soaking cunt, and felt Paul give my shaft some hot licks. I
inserted my cock head into her delicious shitter, and feeling no resistance,
plunged fully up into her. We fucked and sucked on for quite a while, and I'm
almost sure Jo had an anal orgasm. Paul announced that he was going to cum, and
I added that I was also ready to shoot my load.

"Wait, guys," Jo cried out. Quickly, she flipped onto her back. "Give me your
cocks." Paul and I took our places on either side of her head, and she began
stroking and sucking our cocks, mine having seconds before been buried deeply in
her asshole. Soon, in unison, Paul and I began cumming, shooting ropy strands of
hot man-cum on the slut's face, hair and tits, much of it going into her open
mouth.

As we shot. Jo worked most of her fist into her cunt, crying and growling with
joy.

When we were spent, Jo raised up, put an arm under Paul's and my arms and rose,
bringing us to our feet. Without a word, we began kissing and hugging, smearing
sperm around on all three of us, and I felt Jo's finger slide into my asshole.
Soon, though, we broke apart, and glistning with drying sperm, all found a seat
and began to relax. Paul had handed us each a cold Heineken.

"I don't know about you guys," I said, draining my beer in two quick swallows,
"but I need to take a leak."

"Sure," Jo said with a smile. "Paul, show Jack where you piss around here." Paul
killed his Heinie, and taking Jo by the hand walked several steps away from the
camp. When they stopped, Jo sank to her knees.

"Come over here, Jack." I walked over to them. Jack pointed his now swollen
prick at the sluts face as she opened her mouth; I did the same. As Paul's piss
erupted, I also let loose of my beer-swollen bladder. The two golden geysers
struck Jo full in the face and mouth. Soon she was soaked from head to to in hot
man piss, and was busilly frigging her clit to a powerful orgasm.