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***The following is a work of fiction and contains scenes of explicit homosexuality and bestiality. All characters and events are strictly fictitious, and any similarity to actual persons, entities, or events is entirely coincidental. Only those of legal ages as defined by law in the resident's state may proceed. All others are to discontinue immediately.***

K. O. GAY

It was getting late and my ass was beginning to hurt from driving all day. The winds were gusting with enough force to knock my 30 foot camping trailer every which way on the road. It was one of those sleek, silver-bullet type from the '70s, and any wind that moved it around was one to chase me into a safe harbor. I needed someplace to stop before the weather really turned bad and I really didn't want to pull off to the side of the highway like I had the night before. After years of traveling cross country, first on a bike with a backpacking tent, and then in a van before my parents decided to sell their trailer to me at a very reasonable price, I knew that the easiest place to stop at this time of night was a KOA. I had a map of all their locations along my route; the next one was only a few minutes ahead.

Dozer barked in the back of the truck as I pulled up to the handy pre-marked maps of open sites at the late-night check in area of the Kiowa KOA inNevada. I picked a space with full hookups near the end of the park, closest to the far bathrooms and the heated indoor pool and Jacuzzi. The park was nearly empty but for a couple small motor homes and a couple motorcycles with pop tents. I felt sorry for them in this wind, it must be miserable.

I opened the GemTop to grab some wood to block the wheels and was met with a great lick in the face from Dozer. I opened the rest of the tailgate and looked at the huge mutt that I loved so much. His sleek black body with large head and thick wagging tail resembled that of a Lab, but he was the size of a Mastiff and had the equipment to make any bitch blush with longing.

Sticking true to his training he waited patiently for my call to get down and do his much needed business. I moaned with pleasure as he lifted his leg on a nearby stick, giving me full view of his sheathed cock and dangling balls. I grew hard in an instant and my ass puckered at the thought of what I was too tired to do that night. Traveling long days always seemed to take it out of me, and I needed a shower after sitting behind the wheel for so long. Dozer wouldn't be happy, but that's the way it was.

When he was finished doing his business he came right back and sat looking at me. The red flesh of a slight erection was peaking out of his sheath in stark contrast to his dark skin. I knew what he wanted, but I also knew I'd never get to sleep with him in the trailer with me. I was too tired to hook up the water and sewage, so after I got Dozer situated for the night in the back of the truck I decided to take advantage of the toilets and showers that were nearby. I grabbed my shaving kit and threw in some soap, shampoo and conditioner. As an afterthought, I put in a tube of lube. Just because I was too tired to please Dozer didn't mean I had to go without.

With my towel draped over my shoulder I headed to the building next door. Between battling the wind and trying not to step in puddles I noticed that there were lights on in the RV across the way. It struck me as odd and I wondered what time it really was. When I got into the shower I looked at my watch and saw that it was already after1am. Meh, I like long showers, and at least I wouldn't be bothering anyone if I used up all the hot water.

I stripped down to my boxers and was met by the bulge Dozer had inspired earlier. Bending to pull them off allowed my cock to spring free and slap against my abs. It felt good. I hate being covered up for long periods of time, it feels almost like suffocating. Ever since I got the truck, it's high enough that I can just open up and let the breeze flow without fear of anyone else catching a glimpse. The fist time I tried it Dozer was in the cab and he decided that I was providing him with an en-route treat. The first lick almost made me loose my grip on the wheel, and the second sent us careening into the other lane. Luckily it was just Interstate 80, and the only other vehicles on the road that day were a big rig a couple miles away and the motorcycle that had just left me in his dust. After that, Dozer traveled in the back whenever the heat would allow.

I adjusted the temperature of the shower to my liking and put the setting on "massage" before stepping in front of the jet of water. I didn't work out like many on my friends thought I did, I don't like the appearance of bulging muscles and a neck the size of your head. Instead I got started on toning exercises when I was young and simply kept my body strong and in shape so I wasn't embarrassed to go to the beach in a thong. The result was a very tone, lightly browned body that ladies wanted, and guys envied.

I lathered up after I finished with my hair, paying special attention to my bobbing shaft every few seconds, teasing it to the point of stone hardness where it was leaking drops of pre. Turing my back to the shower I put some lube on my hand and began stroking, slow, soft strokes just with my thumb to prolong the sensation. The veins were standing out and the sensitive purple head strained with the beat of my heart. I closed my eyes and lost myself in fits of pleasure, slowly gliding my hand up and down in a crescendo of movement, reaching the verge of climax before letting go, cooling down, and beginning again.

I didn't know what time it was, but I couldn't stand it any longer. After a close climax I took some time to apply more lube and started again, this time wrapping my whole hand around my shaft. After at least a half-hour of prep-time it didn't take long for me to burst my load. The intensity caused my hips to buck instinctively as I arched my back. It felt as though a thousand spiders exploded from my spine up my neck over my shoulders and down to numb my toes.

"Watching you gives a whole new meaning to 'rinse, lather, and repeat'."

I jumped out of my skin and turned toward the door, from which the deep, sultry voice had come. A very well-built, extremely naked black stallion looking to be in his mid-twenties was taking up the entire frame of my stall.

"If you hadn't cum just then I was seconds away from running in and jerking you to completion myself."

I was still shocked into silence by this beautiful horse's nonchalance as he strutted past my clothes and brought his smooth body within a single stride of mine.

Making an attempt to be defiant I finally gathered the guts to speak. "H- h- How do you know I'm into men?"

He laughed a deep, throaty chuckle. His breath was sweet on the air. "Anyone who pays that much attention to his own shaft certainly loves dick. You also left the door to your stall open and moaned like a son-of-a-bitch. I could have heard you above the wind outside if I wanted to. Besides, ever since you saw me standing there you haven't been able to keep your eyes above my waist."

It was true. Even now when he stood so close I looked down between us to where his cock swelled. It was huge, like none I'd ever seen before; even on Dozer. He was taller and more muscular than me, and I was suddenly overcome with the sensation of needing to give myself to him wholly and completely. Feeling utterly at this equine's mercy, I looked into his dark eyes before embracing him and sticking my tongue between his slightly parted lips, as if my life at that very moment depended on crawling in his mouth and out his tail-hole, tongue first. He returned the kiss and grasped my ass as if giving me a boost down his throat and in the process pressed our mingling cocks flat between our stomachs.

Gently breaking from the embrace I slowly and tenderly kissed my way down his wonderfully fit ebony body to his waist, and the fat snake springing to bite. From this vantage I was able to fully appreciate his proud cock. His musk was overpowering as I watched the flared chocolate head pulse with excitement on the end of a long, sturdy shaft. My mystery lover moaned as I teased the slit and the sensitive underside with sloppy kisses.

I slid my hands from his waist back around to his firm ass and squeezed as I tilted my head back. With the tip of his cock balanced on my lips our eyes met and he ran his fingers through my hair and along the side of my head, visibly frustrated at the restraint required to keep from forcing his cock deep into my willing throat. Seeing the desire, and having an uncontrollable need to pleasure this fantastic apparition, I locked eyes with him and engulfed the black pole to the medial ring. He flung his head back as I expertly relaxed my throat to accept the impressive length and girth of this equine dick. His taste was pleasantly sweet and salty. Burying my nose in his thick bed of black, wiry hair intensified the sensation of complete servitude I felt toward this great black stallion.

My head bobbed in a heated fervor. I closed my eyes. His strong hands were softly encouraging each thrust of his cock. The head swelled in my throat and I felt the tip flair as it pulled and pushed past my uvula. I heard a moan, and realized it was coming from me as the vibrations from my voice elicited an extra pulse from the already engorged dick. More moans from above and an increased urgency in the guiding hands hinted that I was close to receiving my reward.

I traced two lines up from his ass and along his hips with the tips of my fingers, continuing my right hand along the sensitive crook of his groin. His balls, each the size of large eggs, had been tapping my chin and were now erect and prepared to burst. I cupped his sack while maneuvering my other hand between his legs and behind, to find his tailhole with my probing finger. Hitting my puckering goal I gently slid the lubricated tip of my middle finger inside the tight space while preparing for the feast of my lifetime.

That did it. With an audible groan and a hard final thrust, this fine ebony machine began unleashing cord upon cord of cum. The first blast was ejected down my throat like a firehose, but I was able to pull back far enough to milk the rest of it into my mouth by keeping just the flared head within the eager confines of my lips. I gently suckled the sensitive shaft of every last salty-sweet drop. When it was over, I licked the length of the spent tool and cleaned my drool and the few escaped bits of cum from the base of his shaft. Holding the softening giant up and to the side I had access to his balls as they descended back to their former relaxed state. I took one, and then the other into my mouth while my finger continued to tease the depths beneath his tail.

I was suddenly reminded of the two strong hands when they gently held my head in place as the balls dropped down and out of sight, and instead I found those piercing dark eyes down at my level. He kissed me, there, crouched as we were on the floor of the campground shower as the hot water, long forgotten, poured steam all around us. I felt his tongue probe into my mouth, as though exploring a new home for the first time.

He broke away and smiled as he stood, pulling me with him and speaking in his deep, rumbling voice.

"We're going to need someplace more comfortable."

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To be continued