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By J.
I'm 27 6'1" 181. I live within a few miles of Front Royal, VA. I'm direct, when I'm with my girlfriend and like to play with guys when she's not around. Since she lives with me, that's not very often, until now.
Four years ago I was working for a catering company that was providing food service for a gay camping event on the Shenandoah River. This was the first time I had ever been exposed to a large group of gay people.
At first, I was a small freaked out, but it turned out that the only jerk was my co-worker, he was giving me shit about the guys hitting on me. I liked the attention I received from the gay campers.
It was cool, even though I had to put my shirt back on, the queer looks got to be a little too much after a while.
After we finished serving dinner, the gay campers offered the catering crew some beers while we were cleaning up. I met some real terrific guys and was having a good time,I wanted to stick around, but I had to go because my co-worker was driving. He was giving me shit about sticking around.
He was joking about leaving me until the morning if I don't hurry up.
When I got abode that evening I had a
by This was a fantasy that I did not think would ever happen, but it did. My fantasy turned into a dream arrive true. This is how it began.
I had planned a camping trip with a friend named David. David is tall with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He stands about 6'1" tall and has broad shoulders with a nicely toned body. David is 22 years old, and I own always wondered whether he was gay or not. He had given some indications by the way he had talked about sex, and that he had always been with girls. Until one afternoon, out of the remove blue sky, he had said something about kissing a guy. This totally shook my world and gave me a slight rise in my shorts.
One day I had seen David standing by a convenience store and stopped by to talk with him. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and I looked over at him and said, "Hey, David, what are you up to?" I noticed when he approached my truck that he had what looked like the outline of a tattoo on his back. I asked what the tattoo was that he had gottten. He said he was real drunk one night, and the only thing he could think of saying was that he likes the word "Cowboy". He raised his t-shirt, and I could look his hairless well
Camping Alone
It's the middle of October and I'm here camping, alone. Yes, alone. All my friends bailed out on me at the last minute and left me with the fee of the site. Even my own girlfriend bailed on me. I saw no reason to waste a good site so I decided I'd just go all by myself. Why not? it would give me a chance to relax.
Well, here I am, it's midnight, raining and frosty. I'm in my tent with a really fine buzz. I did guzzle a lot of rye and coke and really need to use the washroom. Peeing in the bush isn't really my thing though. I requirement a toilet. So I decide to get my drunk lonley ass out of my tent and walk over to the bathroom/shower stalls.
It isn't that far of a walk from my site. It's about 5 min away. As I'm walking to the washroom I notice that most of the sites are devoid. It's pretty quite. I enter the washroom and close the door behind me. I make my way to the urinal and just let travel. Ohhh, ya. It feels soo good. I grant out a moan as I went. I really felt comfortable in there. It was midnight and there were only 3 other campers in the whole site. I got a little horny and pulled my pants down a little more and bent over the urinal with my hand presse
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