Camp Sight

 When you go camping,  you never know what to expect. 

It being too hot in the Summer, I camp mid-late Spring, and Early Fall.

I also found out, dad's kids, who are with the Ex, are in school around then, as well, and Down Low increases.

...so it's playtime.

As a conversation starter, I keep about 3 old magazines on a cooler beside my tent. A tame bunny-type, a super-titty magazine, and a 1950s Beefcake, that drops the pouch, every few pages, as a general enticement, to the social neighborly-type guys wandering  at a campground.

"What a pretty site." said a stranger, admiring my choice of the lots, and my view.

"Thanks, have a seat."

"Don't dump off any of that shit on top, But, can you grab me a sprite, out of the cooler, and get whatever you want," while he is looking down, I tug my nuggets down my shorts leg.

The brunette dad from Broken Bow, let the lid close, got one drink moved to each hand, and began leaning to pass the Sprite.

I leaned forwards, to accept it, and, Yes, ...felt my nuts bulge out the end of my shorts' leg.

I knew he saw it when he missed handing the Sprite. 

"What's this?" He leaned over and saw the mags.

"Oh, I gotta write about publishing permissiveness. How adult mags changed, got bolder. You ought to see some of that stuff, before and after Flint."

I noticed his eyes dropping down to my balls playing peekaboo. "Unless, ...you're not into stuff like that."

"You kidding? I had a subscription, to this one, when I got my first apartment. Of course, now, with the internet..."

[Hook, Line, and Sinker]

"Hell, had my 1st Circle Jerk at church camp..." He TMI'd.

"Well, I bet you didn't have a blow buddy, after that childhood experimentation dare..."

"You kiddin', this dad a few blocks over, sucks my dick to this day, anytime I want."

[Suburban down low'd.]

"Says, he likes old-fashioned dicks, like mine." TMI, again? Not quite..

"We're over here, last campsite, facing the river. Hell, I've encountered very few uncut guys that aren't comfortable with nudity, no matter how big or small."

I shucked my shorts, and grabbed two towels. 

I spread the towel across the chair lop-sided. Sat. Tested a quick cover-up. Fluffed my nuts from between my thighs, and looked at his amazed, and hungry, visage.

Keep drinking it in, Dad-bod, "...this is Fed reserve...so as long as your not doing lascivious acts. The rangers won't give you grief about nudity...as long as your not in the middle of a family-laden area. Heck, Ranger Dave? He said, I didn't even need the modesty throw cover for him, ...just keep it incase a family hikes past."

"I'm Patrick," he shoved his granny-panty trunks, down his hairy legs. He fluffed and got his Irish meat comfortable, as he stepped out of them, "not, big, not small, just average. About 5", he ended the runway display, and mimicked my towel prep.

"Oh, I'm Paul, ...I write."

We conversed sitting nekkid, I glanced occasionally taking in the stranger's body. Farmers tan, tight little nuts, fiery bush, ...how his dick half-stiffened, when I slid my hips forward, crossing my stretched out ankles.

"Day's so pleasant, I hate having us step inside the tent, just to jack off..." I tested the waters...

Patrick popped up like a turkey, and peared around, his uncut half dick stiffening right at my eye level. "We could..." 

I went for it, pulling his nuts against the stubble of my chin.

Prefect mouth-size. I had nose buried in bush, mouth full of dick, and his wiggly-wormed 1/2  inch of foreskin tip slipping past my tonsils.

"Or we can..." His hips gently pumped. He was rod-rigid in 30 seconds.

Pump, suck, slurp, nut tug, repeat. The whangy-tang taste, enhanced my desires.

I pulled his hairy ass toward me, as his bone-skin slurked back and forth the perfect internal lubricant, and mini-ripples along his milk-white dick, was now a  strong, veiny pink.

The purple head, barely getting any sunlight as it had to filter through my tongue first.

He began to pet the the back of my head, "Jake ain't this damn good.

When I felt his 2nd hand, and his grip on my hair, I gulped the deep breath of porky-poking-professionals. 

His knees banged into my chest, vibrating.

His nuts disappeared from his skin-sac.

His ass-hairs felt prickly,  as I felt his butt-muscles clinch in my tight grip...

My tongue resting on the bottom of his shaft, waited...then...licklicklick

"Aaahhhhng."

The channel resting on my tongue, pulsed, I felt the hot spurt coat my mouth.

His hips began an uncontrolled gyration that hosed that pent-up jism wildy about my mouth.

Moment of truth, Patrick. You gonna run, and pretend gay encounters aren't  your thing?

"Whew, thanks, Paul...you're  gonna have to give me a second..." He heaved deep breaths.

"...before I can reciprocate."

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