Black Leather BDSM Camp,Part IV: Night in the Ruts

Friday, 8:00 pm – 1:00 am

The fire, as pretty as any in a fireplace at Christmas, had died down to mere embers. That was good, because that meant I would be able to leave my campsite without fear.  It was the old boy scout in me – never leave a fire unattended.   

Yet another shower seemed in order, plus I wanted to prep for the night ahead.  Having shaved that morning, I decided to skip that part.  As long as I looked, felt, and smelled clean, that was what was really important.

I went to the trunk of my car and began sorting through my clothes.  I had a lot of stuff back there.  I found my boots, my grey socks with the red tops, and the vest.  Boots and socks looked great.  I was less happy with the vest.  Open, it felt shapeless, buttoned up it looked good (nice fit), but it covered up a couple of my better assets (my pecs and my abs).  I decided to go with it buttoned up. 

But then my wiener looked silly – and rather alone.  All this other ornamentation seemed to diminish his importance, so I hauled out my old standby; my red–trimmed, navy blue Pistol Pete jock.  Thing is, the red trim matched the red on the socks that stuck out of the top of my boots, so it actually looked pretty good; sort of like a naughty superhero.    In any event, it gave me the confidence to stride into that bar.

It was now 8:45.  The music had been booming for a good thirty minutes and I wondered what I was missing.  That’s the way I am – always feeling like I might be missing out on something good. 

Bob was in his tent watching ‘Dexter’ on DVD, again, so I decided to go without him.   As I walked across the quad in the direction of the bar, I weighed the idea of actually drinking.  It had been quite some time since I’d had any alcohol.  I’m not big on drinking, though I do enjoy it.  Making a quick pit stop in the restroom, I checked my ass to make sure it was prepped and ready for play.  I was good to go.

Entering the bar, my eyes immediately went to the dance floor.  The light show they had going on looked really good and a number of dudes were gathered near the DJ booth, talking.  Among them, Ted.  He had on a harness and a leather cap and looked every inch the leather daddy of some dreams, though he was no dom. As I watched him shuffle about the dance floor to the driving beat, I already knew he was a sweetheart of a guy.

I walked over and was introduced to his partner, Mick, whose number I nabbed onto almost immediately.  It was obvious he was a lovely boy coping with becoming a man.  Dark, thick hair, with a handsome, boyish face and a hairless body that had morphed into a stocky, sturdy man’s, he was flamboyant and gregarious, a total extrovert who loved attention.  He was also someone I knew I never wanted to be on the bad side of – ever. 

He was the DJ and this was his party.  Throughout the evening, I took note of the music he was spinning – and to quote the Pet Shop Boys latest single. ‘Vocal’, “I like the people, I like the song, this is my kind of music, they play it all night long” .  In other words, we have a similar taste in music, so I respected him right away.

Ted commented on my gear and I took the compliment.  He then mentioned something about Joe, and I smiled broadly.  “Yeah,” he said, “Joe said something about it being pretty intense.”  I suddenly felt like I was about to blush, so I gave him a knowing grin and made my way to the bar. 

Arleen, the beauty queen was quick to pour me one; a pale ale, which I liked, except it went warm awfully quickly.  The beer went straight to my head.  I chatted up a few of the dudes sitting around the bar; nothing I’d want to fuck, but, taking my cue from Mick the DJ, I decided friendly was the way to go.  At that moment, in walked the odd couple: the boy-too-beautiful and the retired executive.  I stood around long enough for them to say hello if they wanted to and when they didn’t, I grabbed my beer and headed in the opposite direction.  

It was time to check out ‘the dungeon’.   

There was nothing much going on.  Skulking about, a dude in a cap who reminded me a little of Ernest (as in, Jim Varney).  He desperately needed a haircut.  His body was actually not all that bad, and later, when he got busy, I checked out his dick and it was nice and meaty; definitely something I would normally go for.  But the energy was all wrong.  It was off.   Observing his body language and the way he crept about, he reminded me of one of those dudes that exposes themselves to children on playgrounds.   He was probably a very nice dude, but not my cup of tea.

The Harley rider I called Santa appeared.  He was wearing full chaps and a harness.  With his massive grey and white beard and belly he looked like someone’s idea of a good time.  We smiled at each other as he made his way to one of the back booths.

I poked my head in the first two booths: two dudes watching some 1980’s-style porn and playing with their soft dicks.  No one in the massage room.  I was about to continue down the line when in walked the odd couple.  The boy-too-beautiful (whose name I never found out) made a beeline for Santa.  They made a little small talk and next thing I knew, Santa was in the last booth, seated in the big bone-shaped fuck chair.  And then it clicked with me… the boy-too-beautiful?  He was only into big-bellied older dudes!  That kind of fascinated me, and I found myself creeping into the booth. 

In the room there was another hot daddy with a salt and pepper crew cut and a goatee.  Big-bodied, he, too, was drawn to Santa like a moth to flame.  The boy-too-beautiful’s partner, the boy, and the salt and pepper daddy were all stroking and petting the reclining Santa, and I found myself drawn into the scene.   Standing up near Santa’s head, I watched as the salt and pepper daddy stepped up to fuck Santa.  His dick was only six inches or so, but he was a handsome man.  I found him very attractive, but throughout the weekend he did little more than give me the time of day. 

As the center of all those erections, Santa was definitely in his element.  Once the salt and pepper daddy got close to cumming, he stepped aside and the boy-too-beautiful stepped in between Santa’s legs.  He immediately complained about having to wear a condom and how it was affecting his hard-on.  Still, he managed to fuck Santa all the same.  I leaned over and started kissing Santa.  I don’t know why.  For some reason I was turned on by the scene… so much so that the boy-too-beautiful’s partner noticed my rock hard dick and asked, rather politely, if he could suck it. 

I was like, sure, what the fuck.  He kind of gnawed on the first five inches or so and I was thinking I wanted more, so I took him by the back of the head and tried to force it a little.  I don’t think he liked it all that much, because after another five minutes he gave up.  The salt and pepper daddy and the boy-too-beautiful each took another turn fucking Santa. By this point the room was filling up and dudes I was not interested in started grabbing at me, so I made my exit.  I wasn’t quite drunk enough yet to let my standards slip that much.

In the hallway I ran into Joe, and we kissed.  There were suddenly a lot of people trolling the dungeon, so I decided to head back to the bar, where I found Bob.  He was all decked out in leather pants and a vest.  I immediately let him know that I was disappointed that he was not wearing his chaps.  I was hoping he’d have been in the mood to show off his cute boy-butt.  He told me that he only wears his chaps when he is looking to get fucked, and that, he doubted he’d find here.  I offered to buy him a drink and he declined. 

Oh, well, I thought… you can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make him drop his pants and have fun.

I made small talk with a few of the other fellas until the odd couple and Santa sidled up to the bar. Their scene must have ended, so I made my way back to the dungeon to see what they’d left in their wake.  On the way there, Mick played a Pet Shop Boys song that is one of my all-time favorites, so I bopped over and let him know how much I appreciated his music.  We talked briefly before being joined by Ted, who I danced with for a bit before making my way to the dungeon. 

Dr. Tickle, his wife, and lesbian slave were there, doing some kind of fire thing on somebody’s back.  I steered clear.   Terry the elf hit on me and I politely declined.  Making my way back into the tent and pole show that was the dungeon, I started checking on the various little scenes playing out.  Nothing I wanted to jump into.  Not that I would have, even if I had wanted to. 

Joining a scene in progress remains one of those etiquette things I have never figured out.  I can recognize an obvious invitation to join when I see one, but they are so few.  I am always amazed by dudes who are able to simply slip into a scene.  My fear of being rejected in an obvious way prevents me from doing so.  People say: nothing ventured, nothing gained and that it doesn’t hurt to ask, but I am too much of a coward to presume anything.

Walking back down the main hall, I bumped into Ted, who was showing hard.  He smiled at me and grabbed for my junk, so I dropped in front of him and took his dick in my mouth.  I was surprised; since Ted told me he rarely played with anyone, so I took his interest as something of a compliment.  Within moments he was joined by Dick, the ex-military dude. 

Dick was soft, but had edged in anyway, obviously wanting me to play with his dick as well.  I stroked it for a bit while I sucked Ted before switching over.  As I feared, there was no chemistry there, no response.  I switched back to Ted. His dick was pretty average, but he had that hot leather daddy thing going on, plus, I really liked his overall energy.

Another dude edges Dick out, presenting an already hard six-incher.  I looked up.  It was a dude I hadn’t met or seen before; tall, thin, dark, messy, chemically-treated hair.  There was something bird-like about the features of his face.  He had a drink in one hand, and it was very obvious it was not anything you could buy at the bar, because it was in a glass glass – which is a no-no at NCN.  So he must have brought it with him, which struck me as odd. 

He and Ted seemed to know each other, so I switched over and started to suck him.  He turned out to be rather vocal and appreciative.  He also announced, “I’m gonna fuck you.”  Honestly?  I didn’t feel one way or the other about it.  After sucking him for a bit longer, he again announced, “I’m gonna fuck you.”

As I’m busy swallowing Ted’s dick, the tall dude moved behind me and entered me doggy-style.  He turned out to be a johnny-one-note fuck; bam, bam, bam.  This goes on for a good five minutes.  Some other dude - a tiny troll with a salt and pepper beard and a black leather, military-style cap crowded in and started rasping “Yeah, yeah, fuck that bitch.”  This drew a small crowd, and suddenly I felt besieged.

With a loud exclamation, the tall dude pulled out of my ass and moved back into my face, wanting me to suck his dick.  I complied and when I did, I felt someone else enter my hole.  Or at least they attempted to.  The dick was quite small and something about it felt wrong, so I stood up, effectively closing my hole for business.  It was the tiny troll.  For some reason, this was enough for me to unscramble my brain long enough to realize that what was going on… and  I was not feeling it. 

I grabbed my beer, exited the dungeon area, and headed back to the bar. Arlene immediately asked me if I wanted to order a pizza and I said, “Sure, why not.  Cheese, please.”  Another dude wanted to order a cheese pizza, too, so we agreed to split the cost. I ordered another beer before scouting the place.  Bob was gone.  No surprise there.  Otherwise, not much had changed. Unsure of how long the pizza was going to take, I made my way back to the DJ booth before slipping into the dungeon. 

The boy-too-beautiful was playing again, this time with his partner and a couple of others.  I dipped into the booth with the glory hole, where I found Joe with his dick in a hole.  Wanting to see who was sucking, I walked around the back. It wasn’t anybody I was interested in.  As I passed behind Joe, he pulled out of the glory hole and we kissed.

And we kissed.  

The man was rock hard (which seemed to be his permanent state when being sexual).  After making out a bit more, I decided that his was the cock I wanted.  I grabbed him by dick and dragged him over to the booth with the big, leather massage table.  I bent over the table and he went to town on my ass, eating it before entering and fucking it.  I was loving it.  The man was a master.

Having some poppers to huff would have been a nice addition, but mine were in the pocket of my leather vest which was safely hidden behind the bar.  Other dudes began circling us, watching, with a few trying to entice me to suck their dicks, but I was really happy just taking it up the ass from Joe.

The tall dude with the bird-like features suddenly reappeared and when Joe pulled out of my ass, he entered.  Joe then moved around so I could suck on his dick.  Ah, ass to mouth.  Very hot. The tall dude was smoking a cigarette – which I hated - and, like before, I was not feeling it with him.  I began plotting my escape.

Another dude crowded in near Joe.  He was fully dressed and I was thinking, huh?  Then he asked, “Hey, did you order a pizza?  It’s at the bar.”  It was Arlene’s husband!  I disengaged and hightailed it to the bar feeling a tad embarrassed for some reason.  Not that I should have.  I had asked Arlene if she ever played on any of the equipment and she nodded and said she loved the four-poster bed and one of the oversized fuck chairs.  So, even though her husband had been there, done that… it still felt a tad awkward.

I paid for the whole pizza, as the other dude was now nowhere in sight.  I took a piece and offered the rest to the room.  When the other guy did show up, he didn’t offer to pay for his half, but, oh, well – what do expect, it’s a bar.

Looking around, the scene felt played out. No big loss. I was not all that into it anyway.  Nobody other than Joe really tripped my trigger.  Grabbing my vest, I decided to make one more sweep through the dungeon before heading back to my campsite. 

I found Ted in the big aluminum fuck swing being orally serviced by his partner, Mick.  That made me smile. They made a cute couple.  I paused to watch, but made no move other than to catch their attention and give them each a wink.  

Moving on, I spotted Joe being dragged into the furthest booth, the one with the weird nylon/Velcro sex swing.  He’d caught the eye of a good looking, taller, auburn-haired dude that I had seen on the fringes of many of the groups before.  They disappeared behind the booth’s curtain, and while I walked over to check it out, I didn’t poke my head in, mainly because I could see; based on their silhouettes on the curtains that Joe was already fucking him.   I figured; good for Joe. 

Turning to make my exit, I ran right into the tall dude with the bird-like features. Turned out his name was Tom.  Tom was smoking a cig and sipping yet another brought-in concoction.  I was a tad drunk, but not so much that I didn’t recognize Tom for what he was (I’ll let you connect the dots). 

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he declared.  He moved in on me and in an effort to dissuade him, I distracted him with a deep kiss.  Again, he brayed. Deciding that I was capable of dodging this particular penis-shaped bullet, I smiled and said, “Sure, when?”   He talked some shit about following me back to my campsite and I added a bit more by suggesting he fuck me out in the open, under the stars, so others can watch. 

He liked this idea. “Okay, then.  Let me know when you are leaving.”  Inebriated, he wandered off.  As soon as he was out of sight and I could safely manage it without him seeing, I slipped out the back door and into the darkness.  I waited a moment to see if he had caught me. So far, so good. There was a dude out there pissing, so I joined him, thinking, if caught, that could be my cover story – I had to piss.  Once finished, I stealthily snuck away. 

The air was much warmer than the previous night’s, so this time, running about, there was no fear of shivering.  I ran to my campsite, grabbed a towel, and headed to the restroom.  No one was about.  I showered and gargled undisturbed.  No one had shot their load on me or cum in any of my orifices, so I made quick work of it.  

Cleaned and ready for sleep, I was about to turn in, when a case of the munchies hit.  I got out the peanut butter.  It was that natural kind that needed to be stirred.  The stars on this night were not very bright, so doing that in the dark proved a bit of a challenge.  But I didn’t care. I was tired, but in no hurry. 

The stirring done, I spread some on a couple of pieces of nine grain bread.  It was well worth the effort.  It tasted great and I found it went down much better than the pizza. 

As I ate, I reviewed the night’s events.  I’d had better.  Still, it had been a good time.  And, I reminded myself, there was tomorrow.  Yep… one and a half days to go. 

It was anybody’s guess who would blow in for the day.  Could be another Joe.  Could be another Tom.  Could be another Santa.

Snug in my bed, with visions of sexy, leather-clad mystery men dancing in my head, I hit the hay… eager to earn my way onto that fabled ‘naughty’ list.   

End Part IV