Camping at the State Park

During the summer of 1974, when I was 16, my best friend invited me to go camping with him and his parents. I had been best friends with Dave since we met in 4th grade. We played soccer together in an AYSO soccer club but otherwise were just regular guys. Except I had a secret. I knew I was gay. I had known since I was young that I liked boys but I didn’t think much about it until we started high school. This isn’t a story where I was “in love” with my best friend, though I would have happily done anything with him if he wanted it. The truth was, I had a crush on his dad. His dad was the perfect man in my opinion. He was a former athlete and he still stayed in good shape. He was handsome and sexy. When he went without a shirt, which wasn’t nearly enough in my opinion, he had a solid chest with hair on his pecs and a glory trail of hair that led from his flat stomach into his shorts. He was six foot tall, brown haired, with sexy green-brown eyes and a great smile. So when Dave asked me to go camping with them for a week, I was very happy to go. Dave’s sister, who was 18, would not be going, since she had gotten a job and couldn’t get the time off.

We arrived at the state park Saturday afternoon and set up the campsite. Dave and I would be sleeping in a tent while his parents had a small camper. The campsite came with a rough-hewn timber picnic table and a fire pit, but otherwise considered “rough camping.” There was a building nearby that had restrooms and showers.

We spent the next days exploring the camp, riding our bikes, hiking trails, and swimming in the nearby lake. Dave’s mom and dad sometimes joined us, and sometimes it was just the two of us. Monday afternoon Dave, his dad, and I went hiking together. I was in heaven as he was wearing shorts that hugged his ass, and sneakers. No shirt. I spent most of the hike admiring his ass as I walked behind him. We stopped about half-way for a break, and I could see sweat covering his chest. I wanted to lick it off. When we got back, the three of us went to use the showers.

There were separate facilities for the bathrooms and showers, but the shower area itself looked like it had originally been one big room, like a locker room shower, but partitions had been installed between individual showers that looked like dividers between urinals. They only went up to about chest height. There were no shower curtains or any other sort of privacy screenings. It was the way things were back then and I really didn’t think too much about it. There were hooks to hang up your clothes and benches to sit on to get dressed and undressed, but they were also open to the showers. I later learned that when the showers were busy, you would get undressed and queue up for the next open shower. Fortunately, Monday afternoon wasn’t busy so we all three got undressed and entered the shower area. There were six shower heads, three on each side. Dave and I went to one side, choosing showers next to each other, while Dave’s dad chose one on the other side.

This was the first time I had seen Dave’s dad naked and I was not disappointed. He had a pretty good sized cock and low hanging balls, all surrounded by a big bush of pubic hair. When he turned his back on us, his ass was firm and hairy. I struggled to keep from throwing a bone just looking at him. I also stole a look at Dave over the partition a few times. He was a ginger with a nice cock too. I had seen him naked before, but I still enjoyed looking.

We showered and dressed, arriving back at the campsite in time for Dave’s mom to announce that she had made dinner. That night, after I was sure Dave was asleep, I busted a load remembering his dad in the shower and on the hike.

Tuesday was relaxed. Dave and I explored more of the campgrounds, went swimming with his parents, and took a walking tour with one of the park rangers.

Wednesday morning, Dave’s mom said that she needed to go into town to get some fresh veggies, and Dave volunteered to go. I think he was getting bored of camping and wanted to see something other than trees. I was still laying in the tent when they left, enjoying some naked time and relaxing, when I heard Dave’s dad call from the trailer.

“Billy, can you give me a hand with something?” I pulled on my swimsuit and went to the trailer.

“What’s up, Mr. Reynolds?” I asked, pulling open the door. I stepped inside and let the door slam shut behind me. The interior of the trailer was small and lit only by the light coming through the closed canvas windows. There was a little kitchen area and a small fridge, a table with benches that could seat four somewhat comfortably. If it rained, we had planned to play cards or a board game at the table. It also folded down to create a bed. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw him. He was sitting on the edge of the unmade bed completely nude, his hard cock jutting up between his legs.

“Call me Steve,” he said as I entered. My eyes were glued to his erect cock, like it was a snake and I was a snake charmer. “C’mere,” he said and motioned me closer. I stepped closer, unsure what to do or say. "I've seen you looking but this is the first I've had a chance to do anything." He got on his knees in front of me, his eyes looking into mine. He pulled my swimsuit down revealing my own hard cock. Still looking in my eyes, he took it in his hand and moved his mouth to engulf it. I sighed. It felt so good. Much better than jerking off. He smiled and said, "I thought so. That's a nice cock." Then he started to work his mouth along it, taking it deep. I felt one hand taking my balls and lightly squeezing them. I was panting from pleasure. This was the best thing I had ever felt in my life. I put my hands on his shoulders to keep myself from falling over.

It didn’t take long before I knew I was going to cum. “Stop,” I said, “I’m gonna…oh fuck…oh fuck!” and then I felt my cum shooting out of my cock. It felt like I was emptying my balls. The cum just kept flowing out, and I could feel him swallowing and still stroking my cock in and out of his mouth. Finally the pleasure was too much and I had to push him away. My cock slipped out of his mouth but he wasn’t done. He began to lick my balls and up the shaft, capturing every drop of my jizz as if it were expensive wine.

He leaned back and grinned up at me. “Thanks,” he said, “I’ve been wanting to do that with you for longer than you can imagine.” Then he stood up, took me in his arms, and kissed me. And I kissed him back. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and I sucked on it. I couldn’t believe my crush was kissing me. That he had given me my first ever blow job. I inhaled his musky scent. I could feel our hard cocks trapped between our bodies. I could feel his hairy chest pressed to mine. His hands were on my ass, pulling my body into his.

We fell more than climbed onto his unmade bed, and laid next to each other. We continued to kiss as our hands roamed each other’s bodies. I touched his cock. It felt different from touching my own but also familiar. I stroked it a few times and he sighed happily. I moved down his body until my face was at his pubes. I studied his cock. I was surprised to see that his was slightly thicker but mine was longer. A drop of clear precum leaked out as I was watching and I bent down to lick it up.

“Suck me for a bit,” he said. So I took him slowly into my mouth. I had never had another guy’s cock in my mouth but tried to do what I thought I would enjoy. I licked the head and slowly slid it in until I felt him in the back of my mouth and his pubes were tickling my nose. I inhaled. I loved the smell of him. I started to slide it in and out of my mouth and I was rewarded by a moan. Then he began to push it in and out, matching my rhythm. “Squeeze my balls,” he said, his voice husky with pleasure. “Not hard, just a little.” I used my other hand to cup his balls and began to roll them around in my palm and gently squeeze. “Oh, yeah… like that.” He picked up his pace until finally I just held my head still and let him fuck my face. He grabbed my head with both hands, holding me still, and began to fuck me mouth harder. He was grunting and moaning and sighing. I loved hearing it and feeling him use my mouth. Then he shoved his cock all the way in and held it for a few seconds. He grunted even louder and I felt his jizz begin to flow into my mouth. He pulled out slightly and pushed in again, grunting. I was swallowing as fast as I could but I could feel some of his load leaking out of my mouth and along his cock, down to my hand. Then it was over and he laid back on the bed. I licked the rest of the jizz off my hand and his cock, then moved up and laid my head on his chest. His heart was beating hard and there was a layer of sweat on his chest and stomach. I rubbed my hand in it, wiping it into his skin.

We laid there quietly for a few minutes, then he turned his head towards me. “I want you to fuck you,” he said. “If you want to.” I nodded. “Then I want you to fuck me.”

He had me lay on my back, then got between my legs. He pushed my legs up until my knees were near my face. “Hold them,” he said. I grabbed them. He laid down and I felt his breath on my ass. Then I felt his tongue. I almost jumped but he held me still. He licked my ass. It felt wonderful. Different. Weird. But wow, so good. He licked for several seconds, then I felt his tongue press against my asshole. He kept pushing with his tongue and it slowly yielded and I felt his tongue enter me. He continued this for a while. I lost track of time. It felt so good.

He reached over, pulled open a drawer next to the bed, and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly. I heard him fumbling, then felt a bit of cold pressing against my asshole. I felt his finger slide in. I honestly felt a little queasy then and I asked him to stop. He held still, his finger just inside. “I know it feels weird at first, but it will feel great. Trust me.” I nodded and he pushed in a bit further. Then he started to slowly move his finger in and out. The queasiness went away and then I began to feel better. He removed his finger and then I felt two pressing in. Again, it hurt a little at first, but he waited until I felt comfortable before he started fucking me with two fingers. Then three. When I was feeling ok with three fingers, he said that I was ready. He had me let go of my legs and relax for a minute. I watched him spread KY Jelly on his hard cock. He looked at me and smiled lovingly. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded. He pushed my legs up again, and I once again grabbed them, pulling them towards me as much as I could. He got up on his knees and I felt his cock at my asshole. "Take a deep breath," he said. I did. "Let it out slowly." I did and as I did, he pushed into me. It was painful and I gave a little cry of pain. He sat patiently, his cock just inside my ass, until I relaxed again. Then he pushed in a little further. After several times doing this, I felt his stomach against the back of my legs. "I’m in," he said. "How are you feeling?" I said that I was feeling ok. He nodded. He grabbed my ankles and pulled them up so that they were near his head and my legs were against his chest. He began to slowly pull out. I sighed in pleasure. Then he began to fuck me with long, slow strokes. Pain quickly transformed into pleasure. After a bit, he began to vary his strokes. Slow and long, short and fast, sometimes pulling out until just the tip of his cock was inside me, then plunging all the way in.

He let go of my legs, letting them circle his waist, and leaned in to kiss me. He was fucking me hard, then slowed down to kiss me. He put my arms around his neck. "Hold tight," he said. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close. Then he reared back, pulling me up with him, so that I was sitting on his lap, my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. I was impaling myself on his cock, feeling it deep inside my guts. He put his arms around me and stood up. I was just along for the ride at this point. He put his hands under my ass and began to lift me up and let me drop on his cock. My own cock was rubbing against his stomach and I could see that I was leaking precum as if a faucet had been turned on.

“Oh fuck, Billy, you feel so good,” he was moaning over and over as he kept impaling me on his flesh sword. Then he moved his hands up my back and I was leaning away from him at an angle. I held on as he turned, and dropped me on my back on the bed, his cock still buried deep. He began to fuck me harder. I was dizzy with pleasure. I felt his cock swelling inside me and I knew he was cumming. He leaned in again and we kissed while I felt his cock twitching and swelling inside me.

He collapsed on top of me. We were both covered in sweat and my precum was smeared into both of our skins.

“Fuck,” he said finally. “I haven’t fucked like that in a long time.” He kissed me again, passionately. He rolled off of me and I snuggled up to him again, my head in his chest. I wanted to stay here forever.

When his heartbeat began to slow down a little, he said, “I’m glad I wasn’t wrong about you.” He looked me in the eyes intensely. “I was thinking you might be into guys for a while but the other day during our hike and then after, when we were showering, I pretty much knew. The way you looked at me. The way you kept looking at Dave when he wasn’t looking..” He laughed softly. "You reminded me of the things I did when I was your age.”

“Does that mean that you like guys too?” I asked, confused. “What about Mrs. Reynolds?”

He smiled. “I like both,” he said. “Always have. I love her but there are things that she just can't give me.”

“Does she know? Does Dave?”

He smiled again. “I don’t think David knows. He might but if he does, he hasn’t said or done anything. Susan, that is Mrs. Reynolds, knows. I told her before we got married because I didn’t want there to be any secrets between us. She’s fine with it. She even encourages me sometimes. I’ve had some close friends who were my lovers.” He grinned then. “I probably shouldn’t tell you but sometimes we share a man together.”