I grabbed all of my camping gear and threw it into the back of my trunk. After a quiet one hour drive I arrived at the entrance to the campsite. There were two large posts and the name of the campsite in between them. The entrance looked similar to most other campsites. The only difference was the sign that read 'men only'.
After driving through the entrance, I was greeted by a beefy shirtless man with two small nipple piercings. He was wearing a large cowboy hat and blue tight jeans with a big silver belt buckle. He handed me a map of the campground, and drew a circle around the site that I had booked online.
As I slowly drove to my site, I could help but notice all the men everywhere. It was similar to the reviews I read, and was pretty much what I had expected. It was a true paradise, where I wouldn't be judged for being me.
Some of the men were shirtless, and only wore pants. Some men wore tight Speedos that clearly showed there thick bulges, and left little to the imagination. A lot of the guys were walking around completely naked.
I was noticeably younger than most of the guys walking about. I was in my mid-thirties, and most of the guys had graying or silver hair. I could feel a few guys gawking at me as I quickly set up my tent. I turned beet red, realizing I was probably the only fully dressed guy at the campsite.
I hid in the tent, trying to figure out what to do next. I unzipped the small tent window, and peeked outside. I grabbed the small bottle of vodka from my backpack, and took a quick swig. If I was going to walk about this site, I needed to calm my nerves. I took another swing, and got completely naked.
I grabbed my big beach towel and draped it over my naked backside. I nervously headed out of my tent to the swimming pool. It was way at the other side of the campsite. It wasn't difficult to find, because that's where most of the noise was coming from.
I knew guys would be staring at me, and I knew I would be staring at back. I weighed about two-hundred pounds, and was of a stocky build. I wasn't the hottest guy out there, but I was definitely getting noticed as I walked about the site. I couldn't believe I was walking around completely naked, just letting it all hang out.
I took a deep breath and opened the small white gate to the swimming pool.
Everyone was having a blast at the swimming pool. There was some sort of foam party, and every guy was completely naked. A few of the guys were making out at the far end of the pool. The sign beside the pool clearly indicated that no sex was allowed in the pool. Some of the guys jokingly splashed foamy water at each other's naked bodies to the loud techno music. It looked like a lot of fun, but I was still very shy about joining them.
I grabbed a big white lounge chair and watched the party go on. On the other side of the pool there was a guy sitting all alone. The guy looked closer to my age, and didn't seem to want to party like everyone else. He definitely wasn't shy about being naked.
His eyes were covered with a dark tan baseball cap. His long black hair stuck out from underneath, and fell on his smooth muscular shoulders. A small brown goatee surrounded his thin purple lips. A shiny silver nipple ring ran through his left nipple, just above a small dog paw tattoo. He had a little beer belly, and a clean shaven chest.
My eyes darted further down his naked body.
It was very clear he wasn't shy about letting it all hang out. Everything was clean shaven, and he was almost as wide as a beer can. Even from across the pool, I could see his thick veins pushing along his huge shaft. His big mushroom tip hung down, pressing softly against his inner thigh. His big muscular arms were folded up behind his head, as the sun shone glistened on his beautiful beefy body.
He nearly caught me staring as he flipped over on his belly.
His long black hair fell over his smooth backside. His bottom was clean-shaven and incredibly smooth. I could see from his toned glutes that he clearly worked out a lot. His legs were spread wide apart, and it almost felt like he was flexing his butt muscles at me on purpose. I glanced over in the other direction, trying not to stare at him.
The pool got louder and louder, and I needed a break from the hot July sun. I jumped into the warm water and joined the techno party. A few of the guys noticed me, and jokingly splashed foam at me. I smiled back at them, and splashed them back. It was clear that most of them were couples, and appeared way more interested in each other.
After dancing for a bit with some older guys, I went back out of the pool and dried off. The guy with the long black hair was no longer sitting there. I grabbed my towel and headed back to my tent, wishing I had made a move.
Most of the guys from the campsite were at the bar. It was a cowboy themed weekend, so most of the guys were wearing some sort of cowboy attire. Most of the guys were dancing to the loud country music. I had a few drinks, and I tried to find someone to dance with. Once again, I realized that most of the guys were partnered up. That's when I noticed him again, sitting all alone at the bar.
He was wearing a huge black cowboy hat. His long black hair fell over his bare chest, and brushed against his nipple ring. He was wearing tight blue jeans with a large plain brass buckle.. I wore jeans without a shirt, it was the closest thing I had to anything 'cowboy'.
I took a deep breath and downed a shot of tequila. It was time for me to make a move. It would be the first time in my life that I approached a guy. My body shook and my heart beat faster and faster. I almost gave up, thinking he wouldn't be interested in me.
I glanced over at him, and almost melted. His lips were wrapped around the tip the beer bottle. He tilted the beer up towards his head, and his lips wrapped further down the bottle. That's when I realized I was hard against my jean zipper. I also noticed he was done drinking his beer. I walked up to the bartender and bought two of the same beer.
I sat down on the empty bar stool next to him. I placed the beer along the bar in front of him. He turned to the side at smiled at me from under his big cowboy hat. His big silver eyes sparkled and he placed his hand on my bare sweaty back.
"Merci" He said, with a heavy French-Canadian accent.
I was sitting close enough to smell him. He smelled of alcohol cigarettes and sweat. Even through his tight jeans, I could see the outline of his thick member.
I explained to him that my French wasn't great. In his broken English, he explained that he was happy to talk to someone like me. He sighed and explained that he didn't really like all the noise, and loud social activities. I told him that I was bisexual and was trying something new. I told him I wanted to come to this campsite for years, but always chickened out. It turned out Jean was also Bi, it was his first time 'gay camping' and I was the first guy he ever told. My heart thumped faster, he was the guy I dreamt about. We both laughed at how we were the youngest people in site, and it was mostly old couples.
As our conversation continued, his hand crept up my thigh.
"I hope you are comfortable with Moi" he whispered in my ear.
I look back at him at smiled. I took his hand and jokingly placed it against my crotch. Feeling me hard in his hand, a big smile spread across his handsome face. The alcohol ran freely through the bar and the noise was becoming unbearable. I leaned in under his hat, and whispered in his ear.
