Skyline Riding Club

Charlene and Nate hadn't come out of the SUV. The sliding door on the side was still open, so I peeked inside. Charlene was on her knees in the aisle, facing the back of the vehicle. She was naked. Nate, his T-shirt off and his shorts down around his ankles, was mounted on her ass, fucking her in the cunt from behind in a doggy. He was hung. She was shuddering and swaying. His arms were wrapped around her, his hands working her tits. Her tits were almost too big for him to be able to cup, but he didn't seem to mind.

I heard Cliff call out, "Let's take a walk down one of the trails. Bring that bag, Dex. Come, walk with us, Matt."

Dex was at my side, moving an arm around me to slide the Honda side door closed. I guessed Nate and Charlene wouldn't be going on our walk with us. When his arm came back it was to go around my shoulder, turn me, and guide me in the direction that Cliff and Jackson, with their cameras, were walking into a trail opening. Hazel, at the picnic table, didn't look up as we disappeared into the trees.

This was going by contracted plan with the Skyline Riding Club. The word "Riding" wasn't about horses.

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Following Cliff into the forest, he and Jackson leading with the video cameras, then me, and Dex taking up the rear, we left the trail when we came upon a stream cascading down the mountainside toward the east, the Piedmont. We followed the bank of the stream until we were well away from the trail and Cliff found what he said would be a great spot for the filming.

I'd been told they'd film a porn scene while we were in the mountains and before driving down in the Luray, and I guessed this was it. Looking at Cliff, Jackson, and Dex in turn, I wondered which one of them was going to fuck me on film.

All of them, it turned out.

The "great" spot was in a bend in the stream, so that the stream would be in the background from three different film angles. In the bend, a large tree with bare branches extending from all sides and up the trunk from nearly ground level offered what Cliff called a "hanging tree." I did worry a bit about that until it was clear how this was going to work out. I didn't have much time to worry, though, because, while Cliff and Dex pulled various length of rope out of the bag Dex had been carrying and tied it to the tree branches at various levels, Jackson made me kneel in front of him and give him head. He was a black bull. The shaft was enormous. Working at servicing it took my attention away from what Cliff and Dex were doing.

It was going to be the tree. I was what was going to be hanging from it.

What they were doing was setting up restraints to use to hang me, naked, in the tree branches and each of them, after Cliff did some whip play on my back, buttocks, and thighs, with a hand whip he took out of the bag, found an interesting position in coordination with my spread legs and arms and exposed ass to fuck me, hanging from the tree branches. They had me arranged so that whether the stud mastering me was fucking me from the front or from the rear, there was good camera coverage available with forest and stream background.

They fucked and filmed for nearly an hour and I took each of them twice, with the other two handling the video cameras. I understood that I was supposed to give them a show of being taken hard and not by consent, so I put on a performance for them. I don't know how much of my writhing and panting and crying out they thought was genuine taking--they did occasionally ask me in whispers if I was enduring it OK during the whipping and fucking--but it was, in fact, just fine with me.

In many ways it was what I would have willingly taken from Roy in the back of his van if we'd had time, although this was mild and I wanted more. The whipping was mainly for show, applied more lightly than the cameras would think, reddening the skin but not welting or breaking it. I had much more to take over the next two days. I wasn't to be damaged for real. I was, at this point a well-used rent-boy. I'd taken more than two dozen cocks, I figured, up to now in this sex tour across the top of the Blue Ridge up from Roanoke, and routine fuck positions were not sufficiently satisfying me.

Being strung of in the low branches of a dead tree on the banks of a mountain stream and whipped and gangbanged for nearly an hour took me to high levels of passion and pleasure and completion. In many respects, that hour in the tree was the highlight of my week's well-paid work up through the center of Virginia.

Eventually, Cliff and Jackson took the cameras and left me bound to the tree, with Dex using me hard in various positions, but the time came when even he couldn't think of new ways to take pleasure from me bound to the tree and he released me.

After some recovery time while we talked about sports and Charlene's tits, we returned to the picnic area, but we didn't go back on the pathway. We didn't want to meet unsuspecting hikers. Not long before emerging in the parking lot, we came upon other members of our party. We heard them--the sounds of vigorous sex--in the undergrowth under an oak tree. What I could see as we approached, was a couple fucking between the tree roots and on the moss. I saw the buttocks of a naked man--Cliff, I could tell. The buttocks were rocking forward and back, the buns contracting and expanding in the act of the fuck. Two shapely brown legs rose on either side of Cliff's hips. Charlene. Cliff was fucking Charlene in a missionary. Cliff, at least among the men, was bi. I looked over Cliff's shoulder, and, sure enough, he was sucking on her tits too.

One of the video cameras lay on a rock next to the fucking couple. Dex picked it up and started filming the sex scene. It was only then, when I moved to view the scene from another angle, that I realized that Charlene was being doubled--so it was a fucking threesome. Not only was Cliff fucking her in the missionary position in the cunt, but she was stretched out on top of Nate, who was fucking her in the ass. He was squeezing her tits while Cliff was sucking on the nipples. Charlene obviously was good with that. You gave Charlene's tits attention and she was good to go.

After watching for a few minutes with no prospect that Cliff and Nate were going to finish Charlene any time soon, I walked on to the parking lot. The other video camera was sitting on the picnic table where Hazel had been smoking and checking her cellphone when we walked into the forest. Hazel wasn't there though.

I could see our SUV rocking on its shocks and the sliding door on the side was open. I walked over there and looked in. Jackson, naked, was sitting in on one of the seats in the middle row. Hazel, also naked, was in his lap, facing him, feet dug into the seat bottom on either side of his hips and hands clutching the top of the seat back on either side of his shoulders. She was using the leverage of her feet to bounce up and down on Jackson's black cock. Hazel didn't have quite the shapely young curves and humongous tits that Charlene had, but she did all right for her age in both departments. Her tits bounced. Jackson was holding her waist between his hands and his mouth was working at capturing and sucking on her nipples as the tits jiggled and bounced in the cadence of the fuck.

Hazel did function as one of the hookers with Charlene on the party nights in the towns we stopped at while moving up the mountain chain from Roanoke, but this was the first time she helped pay for transportation up on the mountain parkways.

I don't know how long I would have stood there watching the hard-as-nails white woman fucking herself on a black bull's shaft--it was a delight to see the root of the black cock appearing and disappearing between the white folds of her labia--but the others came out of the forest and my attention shifted. Cliff embraced me from behind and fucked me right there, bent over and gripping my ankles, beside the SUV, and Dex laid Charlene out on a picnic table and banged her. Dex was walking around with one of the video cameras memorializing the event--a smorgasbord of three varied couples fucking in nature.

As far as I know, no one came upon us during this fuck scene. I guess it was a good thing that it was a middle-of-the-week, low-traffic-volume day on the Skyline Drive or when we went down off the parkway Luray, it probably would have been to go to jail rather than to the party houses where a couple of dozen men were waiting to bang us through the night.

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We drove off the Skyline Drive at Thornton Gap where Highway 211 crosses the Blue Ridge and descended into the upper section the Virginia's Shenandoah Valley. I'd been told the destination was the town of Luray, but Dex drove to it and then through it and, by a winding road west out of town reached the banks of the Shenandoah River. We crossed that on a narrow bridge and drove north on the western bank, turning into what was identified on the sign as a riverside camp grounds with cabins for rent. Apparently, the Skyline Riding Club had booked the entire camp for at least the night. We must be in the right place, I thought. There were flash cars parked all over the grounds.

This stop wasn't that dissimilar from the other ones we'd made that week. This expedition was one of three set up by the Skyline Riding Club each year, one in each season except the winter, when the mountain drives were frequently closed due to inclement weather. It was, of course, a sex tour. One or two female hookers and one male prostitute were driven, over a week, down the Virginia portion of the Blue Ridge Parkway and Skyline Drive from Roanoke to Front Royal. They made a two-night sex party stop in Roanoke to begin with and then a private hookup at one of the park's mountain resorts, the Peaks of Otter Lodge, for a night. After that, it was one-nighters in Lexington, Waynesboro, Luray, and Front Royal. The prostitutes were moved in relay along the mountaintop parkways, where police scrutiny was light, at best. And we didn't have any trouble from cops on the run I took, so I guess the method worked out well. Those coming up to the parkway to escort them down into the towns were given a ride on the prostitute of their choice.

Except for the Peaks of Otter, there were some two-and-a-half dozen men at each one of the party stops who had paid big bucks to party with and fuck the prostitute of their choice. The general preferences of the men determined who was hired to provide party and fuck. They used fresh talent each time to give the johns variety and encourage them to sign up for another party.

Charlene was an exotic dancer and escort from Virginia Beach. I was the same, of the gay variety, in Richmond--although I could manage bi. I'd go out to escort and fuck women if the pay was good. I was young, virile, and perpetually horny--and I could take it rough. I could get it up at any time and any place--even for a woman. And I wouldn't have become a male whore if I didn't like being fucked.

We hadn't gotten Hazel to say anything about her background. She was a Skyline Riding Club staff member. All we could get from her was that sometimes they hired two female whores for a parkway run, in which case the Skyline Riding Club guide would become the male whore. When we finally reached Front Royal, I was asked if I might want a job with the club--that I could do the male whore duties sometimes--but I put them off on an answer. If they could get a male prostitute who they thought might appeal to some forty different men, Hazel became the second female. I must have done OK. It did seem like I had forty cocks or more inside me over the week.

The one more private stop was at the Peaks of Otter, which had a motel-like lodge on a lake on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Hazel said this one night with just one person to service would make enough to almost cover Charlene's and my fees for the week. I'm not much on celebrities, but I immediately recognized the guy I was paired with. He was an older movie star, a box office heart throb of some forty years early, who was a real celebrity and was loaded with money. I'd heard he lived in this area now and there had been hints that he was gay, but it was still a surprise to encounter him in this context. I could see why he wouldn't want to do this with a crowd.

Our night was almost aborted and I had to work hard on him in a way I didn't have to work for any guy for the rest of the week. He was wanting it well enough, although a little embarrassed he still wanted young guys and now had to pay for them, but he'd left his pills at home and Hazel hadn't brought a supply, something she said they'd include in their kits in the future, although that didn't do us a whole hell of a lot of good at the time. He'd paid the fee and I was sorry for him--and I thought it would be kicky to be able to say I was fucked by him--so I worked hard on him. And given time and effort, I managed to make him hard enough that I could straddle him and ride it and he could manage a bit of a lift off while I was acting like he was stretching me almost beyond limit. That energized him so that he could put me under him later in the night and get hard enough to penetrate and produce enough jism to claim he did me twice. He left declaring that what he'd gotten and how sexy I was justified the expense. That gave me a high.

I wondered about Charlene for the rest of the week, though. She serviced a middle-aged woman, not a man, and floated around the next day humming. It challenged my imagination how she could have been satisfied as she obviously was. Hazel said the woman was some sort of political leader in the state but would go no further in identifying her.

The Luray party was given in four cabins close to the riverbank and well away from the road. Each of the prostitutes was assigned to a cabin and the fourth one, which was larger than the other three, was for breaks when and if the johns got tired of performing or watching sex. A continuous barbecue meal was provided in the fourth cabin, and it was there, in the twilight, on a platform, with a pole, that had been brought in for the occasion, that Charlene and I danced the pole for the some thirty men who had shown up. It's what we both were trained to do, so it was a good show. The whole day from late afternoon until after midnight, music was blared out over the camp, featuring both country and bump-and-grind music.

Charlene, Hazel, and I were on our backs for two sessions. Some guys wanted to dip their wicks before dinner, so we were fucked in the late afternoon in the bedrooms of our respective cabins. Then there was a communal gathering time after the usual dinner hour, where Charlene and I danced for the boys. Charlene was pulled off the pole and fucked by a burly John at the end of her act and then carried to a table and gangbanged before taken back to her cabin. I left and went back to my cabin before her performance ended, so that didn't happen to me. From then on, until after midnight, though, I was on a bed, legs raised and opened, or on all fours, being fucked in sequence or double penetrated, and even a couple of times at the height of the session, being gangbanged. A good dozen of the men were there for me, and I'm sure that some guys made trips to all three cabins.

What was sort of disappointing, though, was that there was little variety to it. It was almost all some position variation of missionary or doggy. No one took his time or used exotic positions. It was all sort of frenzied. I was glad I'd gotten to do a kinky movie and frequently I thought of what Roy, with his van, at Big Meadows and I could have done, given the time to do it.

It was all over by one in the morning. The Skyline Club took as little risk of attracting the police to their club service as they could and they made all of the johns clear out by one in the morning. They'd come from all over the region, and the club didn't want it to be noticed that a bunch of men were out driving the countryside long after local bars were closing.

We were permitted to sleep and recover to noon the next day, although I didn't get all that much sleep. After I went to bed, Dex stole into the room and climbed into bed. He fucked me three times in the night, but since he used more inventive and taxing positions than a dozen johns had used the previous evening, I was fine with it. He was one handsome, muscular, and hung dude. The last time I straddled him and rode him in a Cowboy, which he claimed to like a lot. When we managed to drag out of bed in the morning, we were fed in the fourth cabin from the leftovers to the barbecue. Of those who had driven us down from the parkway, Dex, Cliff, and Nate were still there. They said that Jackson had to go to work in Luray that day. Nate had slept with Charlene and Cliff with Hazel. Nate left for work after we ate, and it was Dex and Cliff who drove us back up onto the Skyline Drive in the afternoon.

The guys we were being handed over to up on the parkway for the ride into Front Royal were named Billy and Tony. We connected with them at Skyland, the only Shenandoah National Park resort on the parkway. There was a restaurant and cabins there handing off the side of the mountain and overlooking the Shenandoah Valley. The guys had rented one of the cabins there, and our two new drivers took their privileges in the cabin bedroom, banging Charlene and me, while Hazel and Cliff sat out on the porch, smoking, chatting, and watching for cops. The two new guys were bi and instead of fucking Charlene and me separately, they fucked Charlene together while I watched and then fucked me in a DP while Charlene pampered herself in the bathroom.

Afterward, while Charlene and I put ourselves back together in the cabin, Hazel chatted with Billy and Tony about something.

As with Luray, we weren't taken into the town of Front Royal, but, rather to a farm that had a barn, where all of the men gathered and Charlene, Hazel, and I took up our positions in three sections of the barn and the men roamed around, fucking the prostitute of their choice and otherwise being voyeurs and enjoying the open bar and catered food that was laid out.

That night we were taken to a motel on Highway 340 as it crossed the Shenandoah River and were put in a room with two double beds. I had a bed to myself, but not for the whole night. Hazel visited me in the night and rode me in a vigorous cowboy, her tits bouncing up and down until I grasped, squeezed, and worked them. I went with that for a while, but eventually, I rolled her over onto her back, slapped her legs open, covered her, and showed her what an inventive man could do with a cunt. By this time Charlene was awake and watching with lusty eyes. So, I left Hazel exhausted and moaning and went over to the other bed and made Charlene moan too. She'd shown she was sweet on me during the whole trip and that she regretted my role was a gay one. I took care of that regret.

I enjoyed squeezing her big tits and sucking on her nipples as much as any straight guy did.

At breakfast before the three of us went our separate ways, a lot richer and sorer than we had been at the beginning of the week in Roanoke, Hazel revealed that she noted I claimed to do bi work in my escort service job in Richmond and she was checking me out for a possible job offer in another club scheme the Skyline Riding Club was planning--one for bisexuals. When I asked if I'd passed her test, she just laughed and said we had the room until eleven, which would give us time for another fuck. It did, just barely.

I never did see Charlene again after that Skyline Riding Club trip. I did see Hazel again, though.

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Three months later, at twilight time, near Stuart's Draft on the western slopes of the Blue Ridge, in the Shenandoah valley, he must have heard the sound of my motorcycle coming down his farm road, because Roy was at the door to his farmhouse when I pulled up in front of the porch. He had a shotgun with him but he put that aside when he saw it was me.