Long story short, I have a story to tell. 

The boss comes to me the other day and says they have a job guarding some blokes against snakes. It's a week away and all I have to do is watch over three guys and make sure they don't get bitten. Will I do it?

So the Monday comes around and I am heading up bush. I have the air-conditioning on full blast because we just spent Sunday night with a couple of guys who wanted their dicks in every hole we had. I meet my new companions; three feral looking slobs all about my age, Dan, Gordon and Pauly. We're soon at work, but its a complete waste of time because they've got a bulldozer that's probably scared all the snakes miles away. 

I'm having trouble keeping awake. By the time the end of the day comes, and we're headed back to the dongas, Pauly teases that I won't be long out of bed, unless he's waiting for me. And for some reason, I reply that I will be looking forward to it.

I don't even know I've said it.

But that night, as I come into my room after a shower, Pauly is standing, nude. My eyes go straight to the pole he sports, and my own springs to life. He's kissing me before I can say a thing, grabbing my member and jerking it hard. "You're going to be my camp wife!" He says. He leans back, still jerking my cock over his pole. My precum begins to flow like a slut's minge, pouring out of my piss hole and onto his rigid cock. He starts pulling harder, licking his lips. "You are your own lube!" He says, "the first cum in you is your cum on the end of my cock." He pulls down hard and then smothers everything with a precum covered hand, "I'm going to enjoy some manpussy tonight and everynight." 

He pulls me close." And then there's Dan and Gordon. They'll be wanting some action too." 

The prospect of being the camp cum dump is too exciting. I hold off to get his cock, but the first spurt sales uselessly through the air and onto the vinyl floor. Why lie: most of it ends up on the floor, Pauly only has what's on his hands and the small surplus that doesn't decorate the tiles. "Bad to be you," he says,wiping his hands over his cock, "bend over, bitch!" 

He throws me on the bed, taking away my desire to show my worth. Luckily the guys from last night have me stretched out so Pauly's pole is not a complete shock. My arse is a surprise to him. "Wowee!" He says, loudly, "We've gotta real pillow biter. You're arse is right homely."

"Less talk, more action!" I demand.

"Yes sir," he grins. He starts pile driving his meat missile into my arse, hoping to make me squeal. I oblige, half because its fun, half because it flatters him. 

"Oh, fuck, drive me home." I call. 

"You better believe it, cunt." He pulls out and fumbles with me, trying to get me to turn over. I, fumbling just as badly, eventually present my arse. He barely gets his dick in, leaning forward to kiss me, when his dick starts spurting hotness into me. "Oh fuck!" He gurgles into my mouth, his spit mixing into my open mouth as wave after wave of cum washes over my bowels. 

I'm so horny, I could cum again. Feeling him inside me not going down, I slide beneath him and soon have a shit pole in my mouth. "Ooh, fuck yeah," he affirms," suck it, honey."

He doesn't really thrust it home, just gives a few hard fucks every now and then. He's relying on me to get him off, and I put all my effort into it. I'm throating his dick, and pulling it for all it's worth. I imagine Dan and Gordon listening into the action, their dicks just as impressive, just as horny, just as aroused. I imagined three arse fucks followed by three ATMs in a row...for five days.

I got so excited, I began to pull my own cock. I gobbled at Pauly's cock, breathing in the scent of him, his feral odour rich in the air as our bodies sweated through our passion. 

'I am a whore!' I thought, as I gurgled on his cock, one hand massaging his balls, one hand massacring the wanking of my cock. 

And then he finally came. It tasted horrible; cigarettes and beer had not done his semen any favours. It was wonderful. He thrust into the back of my throat, forgetting himself in that moment but gifting me the full flavour of man meat...feral meat. I admit it: I came hard as it shot off in me whore hole. I loved being used again; being a cum repository. 

He half fell off me onto the bed. I hadn't heard the door open, but there were Dan and Gordon, naked, manhoods leaking precum as they gently stroked themselves. 

I got to my knees, my own cum streaking down my stomach to the floor. I beckoned them closer, "Mmm, manwhich." And took it in turns to suck them. I could feel Pauly's cum leaking from my arse, dribbling wherever my anus lingered. I am a whore, because I want to lick it up.

More ciggies, more beer, more sweat. Oh, fuck yeah. To be a cum addict to such animals as this. As I sucked, I could hear their laboured breathing. I timed my swap on their cocks by how hard they were blowing. I couldn't remember whose cock was whose after a while. Nothing distinguished one from the other. I had two five inch dicks being alternatively wanked and sucked, and they were going to give me cum.

And boy did they. "Enough!" One growled, "No fag makes me wait!" 

He grabbed my head and proceeded to bounce it off his pubic bone, his dick being driven into that sweet spot everyman knows and loves. He started cumming just as the other one, not wanting to miss out, had found the back door to happiness. In probably the messiest threesome of all time, I was forced back onto an unkowing cock, my arse clenching as horrid semen filled my stomach, activating the cock that was still being made comfortable in my arse. I was in heaven, pig fucked by three brutes. As I rode the exploding cock of my back door man, I gripped my cock and furiously masturbated, coming over myself for good measure.

Four more days.