A Day at the Campground

This is a true story of my visit to a gay clothing optional campground. I'll be changing names to preserve privacy, even though I'm sure most of these guys would be proud to share their story.

I'd been in a rut for a while; I'd taken leave from my university and come back home to my parent's place for a mental reset. While there, I thought back to a gay campground I'd visited almost a year and a half earlier in the summer of 23'. It was a great experience; I'd gotten a day pass and arrived pretty early on Friday, around 10 am. You were allowed to stay until 6 pm with a day pass, so I figured I'd hang out by the pool and enjoy the hot sun on my naked skin, leaving around 3 pm to get home in time to make dinner for my family.

This specific campground catered towards bears, of which I am not; I'm a white guy, 23 at the time of writing this (21 when I went initially), 120 lbs and 5'10". I'd call myself a twink, though I keep all of the body hair that grows on my pits, ass, balls, and pubes. Many object to this choice, but I'd discovered my love for manstink years prior, sniffing my own pits and cupping my balls to smell the scent on my own palm. I also loved the way my hole looked when it was gaping and hairy, with lube slicking it down to make short trails of dirty-blond fur radiating from and curling around my opening. Although more slight and young than their main audience, I figured that, given this was the only gay campground around for miles, I'd be welcomed even as an outsider.

On this trip, I met a trio of guys in the pool who were all very sweet, and very nude. I talked with them about the place, how they came to find it, what it was like, etc. I was very clearly and eager kid who was new to the place, and they helped me out. They were all in their 30's or 40's, confident, and apart from a few joking comments here or there, they kept things very non-sexual. They informed me that the outdoor playroom on the site, which I'd checked out earlier, really only got going at night and on the weekends. There just weren't many guys who stayed there over the week; I was disappointed, but kind of figured this was how it would shake out.

Before I left, I asked if any of them would be interested in going to check it out. I was putting myself out there a bit, as none of them had expressed interest in having sex with me, but I soon learned that that was out of courtesy and not distaste. We went and I got in a sling for the first time. One guy, Mike, fucked me while I sucked the other two's cocks. I came, and Mike licked it up, telling me that I should come back tomorrow for more fun. Although tempting, I had schoolwork to finish, so I ended up not coming back. That was the last time I saw Mike, or so I'd thought.

This brings me to the current week; I'd googled the place to see if it was still open, and I was elated to realize that it was doing well. They hadn't even adjusted the prices in the year-and-a-half interim, which was a good sign. Even better, when I scrolled over to the events tab I saw that the upcoming weekend was Fetish Week; it had been a long time since I'd indulged in more kinky activities, and the idea of this campground filled with guys who wanted to explore more deviant acts excited me. I vacillated for a few days before finally deciding I'd go. I made the call on Friday morning, and with a little bit of convincing I was given permission to take my mom's car for the afternoon. I hadn't cum for about 3 days because I was busy trying to catch up on schoolwork, so my dick was ready for some action.

I made the drive over and arrived a bit past noon. The ride through the countryside was pleasant with the spring wildflowers blooming on the side of the highway, and I'd pretty much calmed myself by the time I pulled into the parking lot. I called the front office and upon informing them that I had been before, they told me to just go ahead and go to the pool. There were a handful of guys sitting around; two fully clothed at a table talking to one another, an older man that I recognized as the shop owner from my last trip, and... as I panned over, I recognized a face: Mike. I was surprised to see him, but gave my payment to the employee refilling the ice and made my way over to a lounge chair. Mike was talking to a group of friends and I didn't want to interrupt. One of them I recognized as one of the two guys who had fed me their cocks last time. I was very surprised to see them, as last time they'd told me they live hours away and only come over a few times a year for certain weekends.

Given that I was now at a clothing optional campground fully clothed, I quickly moved to take off everything. I love exhibition, which is one of my main draws to this place. Problem was, I was enjoying it a bit too much. I was hard as a rock, and my dick sprung up when I tugged off my jockstrap. I'd been to coed campgrounds before where you were allowed to be nude, but erections were expressly prohibited so as to not make the women uncomfortable (a rule I wholeheartedly agree with, as some of the straight men at clothing optional campgrounds are very creepy). Although this was a much more sexual space, we were at the pool and I didn't think it appropriate.

I got out a cross stitch to start working, hoping that the rhythmic puncture of the fabric would take my mind away from my cock. In fact, the opposite happened: I started leaking precum like crazy. I fished my jock out from my bag and placed it under my hard cock so that it could all be caught in the pouch. I loved getting my jock sweaty so that I can huff it while I'm jerking off. Adding precum to my jock only enhanced this, so I tried to not let any go to waste.

An older guy passed by me as I was making this adjustment and stopped to talk to me briefly about my cross stitch. He was nude, and my first impression of him had me staring directly at a huge Prince Albert piercing. He had large nipple piercings too, though this was my first close up look at a PA. Our conversation was brief before he walked off, presumably to his cabin or trailer.

Mike noticed me and made his way over to say hello. I told him this was the first time I'd been back since our fun two summers ago, and he informed me that this was their first trip of the year. We talked about how much of a coincidence it was, and I made it apparent that I'd be more than happy to do a repeat. He agreed, but let me get settled in first for a little bit. I was still incredibly hard, so I decided to take a loop around the campground in hopes that my erection would subside.

I went for the walk, but my dick was not subsiding. I must have looked quite strange, a lanky young guy with long hair, completely naked, with a 6" pole extending up and out at a 60 degree angle. As I rounded the corner, who did I see walking towards me but the older guy with the PA. We met in the dirt path and got to talking right in front of a 2 story cabin, with two guys on the balcony overlooking us. I commented on his PA and he told me that it was a 00, which I was pretty sure to be the largest piercing ring size (at least the largest that's medically doable for most people). I knelt down in the dirt path to get a closer look. He told me he had a guiche as well, and I felt back behind his balls to the thick metal arc that hooked through his perineum. In the process, I also found that the underside of his cock was pierced with a Jacob's Ladder. I told him I liked it and he was surprised I knew the piercing by name (I didn't tell him the only reason I knew this was because a friend of mine thought they were so insane that she couldn't fathom anyone ever getting one).

I asked if I could suck it and he said be my guest. He was soft so it wasn't too difficult, but maneuvering around the PA was definitely a new sensation when sucking dick. I ran my tongue along the underside, feeling the small metal balls protruding from his skin in pairs. I kept going at it until one of the guys from the balcony yelled "car." I pulled myself off of him and saw a resident who had just arrived driving down the dirt road, waiting for us to move out of the way. We got up and I sheepishly apologized to the driver, who did not seem to mind the momentary delay. My new friend suggested we go visit his cabin so he could show me around; I knew what this meant and was down to see what other kinky shit this guy got up to.

On the walk back, my dick continued to leak precum. He took notice and was amused by how my dick would rock side to side with my walking pace, flinging long thin strings of precum across my upper thighs. I told him that I loved being watched, and he laughed to himself before muttering something about 'being able to work with that'. This just got me to leaking some more.

Back at his place, he opened a number of bags. I could see leather and metal poking out of some, others held bottles and sex toys. He pulled out a fairly thick double ended dildo and some lube and started prying my hole open. I'm pretty tight generally, but over the years I've gotten pretty used to relaxing my sphincter and feeling the pleasure. In half a minute, the head was in, and I reached back to start thrusting the dildo in and out. I figured he would lube himself up and jump on the other end, but he must have really enjoyed my earlier blowjob as he sat on the side of the bed and asked me to kneel between his legs. I'm not a huge fan of sucking dick in ordinary circumstances; other activities feel better, and although its super hot the first couple times you gag on a dick, it gets to be uncomfortable to me quickly. This guy, though, stayed soft, and the novelty of the piercings was getting me going. As I turned from the bed to sit in front of him, I saw his plan taking form: the door to his cabin was wide open with a perfect view of the bed, so that anyone walking around the trailers would see us going at it. I was now more than happy to suck his cock. I knelt there, one hand jacking myself off, the other pistoning the double ended dildo in and out of my ass, and his cock buried in my throat. I don't know if anyone walked by and stopped to look; he was facing the door, so he would've known, but I was absorbed in the job in front of me. I didn't bob my head up and down, but rather pleased him by moving his cock around in my mouth. One moment I'd shift it down my throat, then the next I'd take it in my cheek and lick at the opening his cock and the PA made. He offered to take it off, but I enjoyed the added weight.

I don't cum easily, despite being a horny gay 23 year old. But with the dildo hitting my prostate and my feverish hand on my cock, I erupted without meaning to. I cleaned off the floor and myself, but let him know that I was good to continue. He had me shift onto the bed and now I was laying on my back, holding my legs back, while he thrust the dildo into my hole. I was facing towards the door, only making me more aroused as I shifted my sights from him to the grassy plain out front. I saw guys walking by a little further away, not close enough to see what we were doing, but it turned me on all the same.

Eventually I tired of being fucked and we did some preliminary cleanup before moving to his front porch to talk and hang out. I learned his name was Gabriel. We discussed age, partners, what kind of kinks we were into. He let me know that he'd spoken to the manager of this place earlier today and asked about what limits would be in place for the weekend. Usually sex out on the roads or in front of trailers was prohibited; there was a playroom open full time, so this wasn't too much of a problem. For fetish weekend, though, nothing was off limits; the cocksucking I'd done in front of those other guys' cabin was welcome and encouraged. This excited me, and made me eager to explore more. He said he understood and that I needed to get out and get fucked some more, to which I agreed, but the energy with him was easy so I wasn't in a rush. He commented that I really seemed to open up over time, to which I agreed. I guess I was pretty nervous and up tight when I had arrived; I was still hanging onto reservations about whether this trip would be constructive to getting myself out of my mental slump. I was still afraid something would happen that would make me worse. This conversation eased all of those worries.

As I was about to head back to the pool when he asked me if I'd ever experimented with wearing women's clothing. I told him it wasn't something I'd ever been interested in personally, but that I'd worn women's panties and lingerie before for guys who were into it. He took a moment and took out a piece of black clothing from one of his bags; the material looked like a wetsuit, but as he unfolded it I saw that it was a dress. I put it on and although the fabric was much more lose and stretchy than a wetsuit (it can sometimes take me upwards of 5 minutes to put one of those on) it was still pretty thick and not so breathable. He admired how I looked in it, but there were no mirrors for me to see. He told me I'd just have to take it home and have a look for myself. I told him that was very generous but unnecessary, but he insisted that he'd bought too small of a size for whoever it was intended for and had already cut the tag off. He'd taken it to this weekend in hopes of finding someone to give it to, and given that it was a campground for bears he said I was likely the only one he'd meet this weekend that would fit. I accepted and thanked him, he only asked that I'd think of him when I wear it. That was a promise that would be easy to keep.

I walked back over towards the pool, but I had yet to check out the playroom. It was only about 1:30, so I didn't expect anyone to be in the area. This playroom was a fenced in area of a little more than 400 square feet; there was a sawhorse, 3 slings mounted to a small pavilion, and a series of holes cut into the wooden fence which separated the playroom from the greater outdoors. There was a half-staircase up to a small porch with some couches, a TV playing watersports porn, an open air shower, and a short plank that opens onto a bathtub on the ground floor so that men could piss on interested fags from above. It was a really nice space, and I was happy to see that it was occupied.

There were a few guys mostly clothed on the couches, sitting around and talking with the porn playing in the background. It looked like 2 of them had just got there and were meeting up with the other two. There was a large furry bear in one of the slings, with a yellow jockstrap and a leather harness. The trim on the harness was yellow, so I was pretty sure I knew what this guy was into. He seemed content just laying there, and flashed me a friendly look when I walked in. My dick had already gotten halfway hard again, sticking straight out from my body. To my surprise and pleasure, Mike was also in the playground entirely naked. We made eye contact and we closed the distance between each other. I reached down and started fondling his hardening cock, as he did the same for me. We began to discuss each other much more explicitly. He told me that he couldn't wait to feel my tight hole I remarked on his wonderful pit hair, and he admitted that he loved musk and never wore deodorant. Right before I went in for a whiff, though, he confessed that he'd been in the pool and thus wasn't as musky as usual. I figured I could always get some later.

He knelt down and took my cock in his mouth; it was warm and soft and felt amazing on my hardening dick. I shivered and made eye contact with the yellow hanky bear in the sling; he smiled and continued to watch. Mike pulled off and told me that my precum was delicious and he couldn't wait to see my load. I sheepishly confessed that I'd already blown one about 30 minutes prior. The bear laughed and quipped something along the lines of "that's young guys for ya."

He dismounted from the sling and introduced himself as Byron. I quickly introduced myself to him and we went in for a kiss. Mike reached over and pulled Byron's jockstrap down, revealing a cut cock with a Prince Albert (smaller than Gabriel's but still big). Now Mike was trading off between our two cocks, with more of an emphasis on mine. He commented on the shape; I'm cut, with a prominent ridge partitioning the head from the 6" shaft. He said it felt great slipping down his throat.

He asked if I wanted to jump up onto the sling for some more full coverage service. I was happy to do so. I climbed up and slipped my feet through the stirrups. Though I was mostly naked, I still had my sneakers and socks on to move through the property. Mike took off these additions and held his nose to my toes for a second, savoring the sweat that I'd built up since I put them on this morning before leaving the house. He bent down to take my cock into his mouth again, and now I could feel his hand running up and down the spread-open cleft of my ass, still slick with the lube Gabriel had used on me. It felt wonderful and Mike moved his mouth down to my small round balls, fuzzy with blond hairs. With this escalation, Byron sidled up besides my sling and I leaned over to take his cock in my mouth. Mike let my balls pop out of his mouth to ask me how I liked Byron's pierced cock, and I bobbed my head on it a few more times before I let him know between gasps that it was fucking sexy.

Byron beamed at this; he was a sweetie, I could tell. I continued to suck as Mike moved even lower and I felt the lovely wet warmth of his tongue dancing on my sensitive hole. I'd already had the large dildo in for a while, so he could push the muscle a bit to go deeper. If the taste of Gabriel's lube was still in me, it didn't seem like Mike cared. He was carving at the sides of my cave with his tongue, bringing moans out of me. He continued to eat for a while and then firmly placed both hands on my ass and pushed slightly. I rocked back on the chains that held the sling in place, with Byron's cock falling out of my mouth. Upon swinging back, Mike's tongue was waiting to slide into me as deep as it could, and I came back to throat Byron's member. His balls smelled really nice, and although his kiss tasted of nothing but a clean mouth, I could tell he liked to keep his balls as musky as I did.

Mike ate me out for a couple of minutes but sure enough, my tight opening was still resistant to is probing mouth. I asked him if he could open me up with his cock and I saw his eyes light up. Last time I'd been here, I was recovering from an anal fissure so even though I caved and asked him to fuck me that time, he'd had to go pretty slow. This time, I was good to go. He slid in over a period of 10 seconds, during which Byron backed away to watch over Mike's shoulder. He was a good 6" taller than both Mike and me, and looked on with horny approval as Mike bottomed out. Byron began to push the sling, and Mike thrust with the rhythm. Pretty soon I was getting fucked and loving it, with an encouraging onlooker.

More than one onlooker, actually. I'd been tied up in the fuck and hadn't noticed a couple guys standing about 15 feet from us, both clothed. They were talking to each other but both turned in our direction so that they could watch while they caught up. I caught their eye and motioned one of them over between my moans. I saw one look to the other a little unsure, and decided that this probably wasn't my best effort at communication. In my defense, I had other stuff going on.

"Do you want a closer look?" I called out, and both guys smiled and walked over in response. Now they were directly behind me, watching from the opposite side as Mike and Byron. I was so turned on with so many people watching me getting fucked on this sling. What's more, two of them were fully clothed, adding to my CMNM fantasies. There was another large guy sitting on a bench with his fly open jerking his short cock as he watched us. I made it clear he was welcome, but he seemed happy where he was.