Today, we reach the finale of Barry Bungee Jump’s story.
We left the three campers turning in at the campsite…Jeff and Dari in separate
tents. That let’s Barry know there won’t be the threesome he’s been dreaming
of. So what does he do now? Let’s find out.
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BARRY BUNGEE JUMP
Supper was kinda quiet in
spite of all I could to do liven things up. Neither of my traveling companions
showed an inclination toward sitting around a cozy campfire and spinning yarns.
Jeff disappeared behind canvas first, and after I made sure the campfire was
thoroughly doused, I found Dari standing at his tent flap holding it open for
me.
I ducked through and got
a little thrill when his hand played with my butt as I passed him. We were both
naked in seconds with me lying atop him trying to see his eyes in the darkness.
All I could make out was a faint gleam. He pulled me to him and gave me a deep
kiss. Fucked my mouth with his tongue was more like it. Then he pushed me down
his chest so fast, I hardly got a taste of his flesh before his big cock was
throbbing against my lips. Dari had been raised in some other country—Iran, I
think—so he was the only guy I knew with a foreskin. Frankly, I sort of liked
it and wished I had one to skin back and forth. I pulled that fold of flesh
back and took him as far down my throat as I could. He filled me up pleasantly.
I was prepared to go all
the way with a blowjob, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Before long, he rolled
over on top of me and spread my legs with his knees. He took me in hand for a
moment before raising my legs. He was still wet when he found my sphincter. My
puckerhole opened to him, and he slid inside easily. He must have been really
charged up because he didn’t build up to it like he usually did. He started out
fucking hard. Before long, he was grunting and groaning, and muttering in a
foreign language. Something loud. I started to shush him, but then I got it. He
was establishing primacy. Putting Jeff on notice my ass was getting fucked.
Thinking maybe it would
charge up Jeff for later, I joined in and gave him some “do it to mes” and a
couple of “harders!”
I don’t think Dari’d ever
busted his balls like he did that night. He practically howled when his orgasm
finally struck. He was panting and gasping so hard I was afraid he was going to
have a heart attack. Of course, that made it good for me, too. When he finally
got himself through his ejaculation, he only had to grasp me in his hand to
bring me over the edge, as well. It was kinda spectacular, too.
Neither of us said a
thing as we lay there in the darkness of the tent trying to regain our breath.
Fifteen minutes musta passed before I had strength enough to stir.
“Where you going?” he
asked. Demanded, really.
“Over to Jeff’s tent.”
“Didn’t I give you what
you wanted?”
“Sure you did. It was
great. Super, actually. But I also gave you what you wanted. Now it’s Jeff’s
turn.”
“How long you been
fucking him?”
“Ever since I’ve known
him, I guess.” I stopped to consider. “Not really. I just blew him and we belly
fucked until you showed me the other way.”
“Don’t go. You don’t need
him.”
“Hey, man. It’s only
fair.”
Dari didn’t say another
word as I wiggled out of one tent and tip-toed as naked as I’d ever get to the
other.
“What?” Jeff said as I
slithered up beside him on his sleeping bag.
“Time for a little
cuddling.” I made my voice as sweet and syrupy as I could.
“You think I want sloppy
seconds?”
“No, I think you want
your Barry.”
Despite his attitude, he
didn’t stop me as I peeled back the covers and explored his broad chest with my
tongue. I could feel his throbbing cock pushing against me through the bag. I
exposed him as I worked my way past his deep navel. Jeff was hot. Hot under the
collar he wasn’t wearing and hot in his vitals.
I took him in my mouth
and rode him all the way to his root. And he was big enough so that was
uncomfortable. But I knew he’d unbend if I just kept at it. And he did. Soon,
he was completely free of his covers, legs splayed, hands on my head as I
seriously sucked his big dong.
“Not this way!” He pulled
me off him.
Before I knew what was
happening, he threw me on my belly, got between my legs, and split my buns with
his slick cock. The dude fucked me. Really fucked me. It started out as
payback, but soon turned into something with feeling to it. Angry
recriminations became gentle words of care as he worked to give me his seed. When
he was on the edge of his explosion, the friction of the sleeping bag against
my rigid tool did me in. My orgasm about blew me away. My internal muscles
grabbed and milked Jeff’s cock while we took the sex jump together. It was as
good and exciting as a dive off the bridge.
Another quarter hour
passed before he rolled off me and caressed my neck. His strong hand played
down my back and over my buns, making me comfortable.
“I love you, Bungee,” he
whispered.
“Aw…”
“It’s true. I love you, but
I don’t think I can share you.”
He took his hand away as
his words raised goose bumps all up and down me. Was he telling me it was over?
There wouldn’t be other trips. Other fuck sessions? I held my tongue and lay
there for a long time before the chill air drove me into the bag with him. I
didn’t sleep much that night, wondering if I’d made a big mistake. Well, it was
done, so I just had to wait to see how it played out.
I was kind of dopy the
next morning, and for the first time, frankly wasn’t much interested in
jumping. Still, it was a way to get around the hostility going around the camp.
Jeff and Dari didn’t say a word to one another that was wasn’t forced out of
them. After breakfast, we headed back to the bridge. And once I was hooked up
to the harness and launched into the void, all my cares and troubles faded
away. It was a great jump, and I was still yelling for joy when they hauled me
back up. For the first time since yesterday, smiles lit both their faces.
Dari harnessed up next,
and I could tell from his delighted shout echoing in the canyon, he was free
from the jealousy of last night. I watched him hit zero and start the first
rebound.
“He had a good jump.” I
froze as I turned to Jeff.
The big jack knife in his
left hand rested gently against the cord. When Dari hit bottom again, and it
went taut, some of the latex strands parted.
I honestly don’t believe
Jeff knew what was happening because his eyes were on me, a halfway playful
smile stretched across his lips. But I saw.
Dari hit bottom on his next rebound, the cord tightened again, and a few more
strands parted beneath the blade.
“Jeff, the knife’s….” I
lost my voice.
A few more strands
parted, and then the cord came apart with a loud ripping sound. Only when
Dari’s cries of joy became a screech of terror did Jeff’s eyes leave me. He looked
at the severed jump rope and then peered over the side of the bridge. As Dari’s
voice faded away on his long journey down into the Rio Grande, Jeff turned to
me. I saw confusion clear from his expression and realization take hold. And
then I saw the future play out behind those handsome blue eyes.
I turned and ran for my
life.
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Offhand, I'd say Barry made a whopper of a mistake. Sometimes you think you know a guy, and then....
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Mark
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