Many of the biker chicks present were already quite scantily clad, and several of them soon lost their tops, to the further delight of the bikers. One pair of particularly hot-looking girls, not more than 18 years old, put on quite a show of dancing with each other, with lots of touching, grinding together, kissing and some nipple-licking. They would go from guy to guy, dancing and generally being outrageous cock-teases. I remarked to Dan and the others that they must be looking to get gang-banged, and wondering who they rode in with. Stu, one of the other guys, said that they had gotten out of a taxi at the gate, and asked to be let in to party. He had given both of them a piggyback ride across the mud, and expected to get his reward later.

Sure enough, when the band finished and the stereo resumed its play, the girls were seen being carried off to a corner where one group of riders had set up a camper, which they disappeared into, with Stu close behind. Dan and a couple of the others and I hung around nearby, although it was only the idea of very sloppy seconds (or tenths, more likely) that I was interested in. There was quite a crowd already in there, however, so I wandered off to check out the rest of the camp.

While I was away, the girls apparently decided they’d had enough, and I heard that they ran out the main gate to walk back to town, their biker gang-bang fantasy very, very fulfilled (and their little pussies very filled, too). It was close to 2am by now, and many of the partiers had either gone to sleep or passed out. Not tired at all, I wandered from campfire to campfire, welcomed at them all. By 4am, there were very few of those left, and I set off toward a small campfire off to one side of the main gate. There was only one person there, and to my surprise, it was Dan.

“Hey” he called out softly when he saw me, “did you get any?”

“Of the girls?” I asked. “Naw”

“Fuckin’ little tarts” he grumbled. “Fuckin’ getting us all horned up like that and then fuckin’ leaving. They could at least have given me a blowjob on the way out”

“Or a little mud-wrestling show” I said, “that would have been hot”

“Oh, fuck, yeah” he said, “the two of them rolling around in the mud with each other... Fuck, I’d have lost it right there” he laughed.

“Me too” I said, “nothing like a hot, slutty chick in the mud to turn me on”

“Ha” he retorted, “you were showing how turned on you were before, and there weren’t any chicks around then”

I was suddenly glad for the dim light of the fire, so he couldn’t see my face turning red. “Oh, like you weren’t” I shot back.

He laughed softly, and stood up. “I still am,” he said.

There was no hiding the way my eyes locked onto the huge bulge hanging down his pant leg. It was clearly visible, even in the dim firelight. I’m a solid 8" myself, but this thing was at least that long, and much thicker than my own. “Damn” I muttered.

“Like that?” he asked. “Fuckin’ impressive,” I admitted, still staring. There