Stories : Camping Sexual Discoveries

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Growing up in a small town, everyone knew my business before I did. Meaning – most of the town knew I was gay before I even knew what being gay was. Because of this type of raising, I grew up with a lot of bullying and the first thing on my agenda after graduation was to escape this small-minded hick town, and I did.

I moved to my state’s capital city, got a job, and was happily supporting myself at a mere 18 years of age. I lived on my own with no roomies and planned on living my life that I hadn’t been able to live in my hometown. I slowly made friends at work and began to have many parties. Since I was the one who lived alone and had my own apartment, I hosted most of the get-togethers with my friends. As I was becoming acclimated to my new surroundings, I also began listening to a radio station that I hadn’t listened to down in my hometown. It was a rock station and they had a night-time DJ named Mike Young. I called him to request a song at one of our parties, and he was overly nice to me and we were on the phone for at least an hour – just flirty chit chat. Well, after that, I began to call Mike every night just to talk with him. We both enjoyed each other’s company and spent hours on the phone overnight while he was working. He would lay the phone down as he did his commercial breaks and I could hear every word as he was talking to his audience. It was a very cool to talk to a celebrity DJ for hours on end. Some of my closer friends were a bit jealous that I had a bond with this radio DJ. It just happened.

Mike and I spent so many hours on the phone flirting and one night he said to me, “Uh oh, I gotta go – embarrassment time.” I asked why and he said this next song is for you and we hung up before it came on because he was embarrassed. The song was Hall and Oates, “Your Kiss is on My List.” I laid there in bed just giddy over him playing this for me, as it confirmed for me how much he must like me, too. You see, this was my first experience with a guy. I had been accused of being gay all my life, but, never acted on anything or suggested such to anyone. Until Mike. I was free to be me with him. It was freeing for me to be true to myself and my feelings for him. Finally, it was inevitable that we meet in person. He invited me up to meet him at the station one night. I drove there and when he opened the door, I was taken aback as he was about 6’1, probably 190, dark brown hair, a beard, and wearing shorts that showed off his hairy legs. Little did I know yet, but, I was attracted to hairy men and Mike was very hairy all over. He invited me in and we chatted, but, it was a little awkward since it was our first meeting. He was sitting in his DJ chair and I couldn’t help notice what a huge bulge he had between his legs in those shorts. I was very excited about him and how hot he was. It wasn’t long and I went ahead and left and he made me promise to call him when I got back home. I did and we flirted even more after meeting each other. I made comments about his bulging shorts and he made comments about my tasty lips. After the flirting, we decided we should officially go out together. We made a date and decided to have pizza together and then go see a movie.

The date couldn’t get here quick enough for me. I was so nervous; but, so excited, too. We met at the Pizza Parlor and had dinner and great conversation. We got to know each other better instead of just flirting. We then ventured to the mall to the movies. After the movie, we walked around the mall some and just chatted and then went our separate ways. I know I wasn’t ready for the date to end, and I believe he was feeling the same thing.

Back home, I fantasized about our time together and how much fun we had. I’m quite sure I had to jack off after being with him so much and all that hotness had my young cock springing to attention. During our date, we discussed going camping together. He said he had a tent and all the things we needed, and that we should go some weekend. I agreed even though I had never been camping, I thought I’m not turning down any chance to be with him.

The day came for our camping trip. We were going to Lake Beaverfork. I met him at his house and met his parents for the first time. His dad was a preacher! That set me back for a bit. I composed myself and shortly we were off! He borrowed his dad’s truck, so we head out to the lake. We found a nice spot to park and set up our tent and called this camp. We started setting up the tent and it looked like rain, so we hurried just in case. We got the tent up before the rain, as it was a small tent, cozy for two people who possibly wanted to be intimate. We were lying inside the tent – talking and being flirty, as usual, and I was wearing a gray pair of shorts. I happened to look down and notice my shorts had a wet spot in the crotch. I was leaking precum like crazy. He noticed, too, and made a joke about it. Teasing me, of course. He had no marks on his shorts, but, they were also dark blue. It wasn’t long until he had my dripping cock out of my shorts and in his warm mouth. This was my first time being with a man and it didn’t take long for me to shoot my load with his mouth taking care of my cock. After I shot my load, I pulled his cock out and told him, let me return the favor and to my surprise, his cock was a good eight inches long. Big and fat cock. I loved it. He came quickly, too, as the anticipation between us was immense. After we had both came, we laid in the tent just looking up to the sky and enjoying our time together. It began to rain, so we were stuck inside the tent. What else to do but enjoy each other’s hot young bodies? We were both naïve and had never even thought of fucking. We only gave each other blow jobs and lots of kissing and making out. It was so fucking hot. I was falling in love with him and the lovemaking just made me want him more. The rain wasn’t letting up, so we decided maybe we should just go on home and try for another day. Besides, we had had plenty of fun in our short time there. We were both sexually spent and totally happy.

We got back to his house and I got in my car and left. I fantasized about our time all the way home. Once I was home, he was calling me right away to tell me what fun he had. I agreed and we decided we needed to meet up again since our time was cut short. We met again many times after that and had many hot orgasms. We were both so young and naïve, however, that our relationship only lasted for about two months. Mike was very scared of homosexuality and couldn’t deal with our sexual relations. It was mentally draining him, especially being raised by a man of the cloth. Our relationship faded out and he quit coming to see me and calling. It was a sad time for me, but, the beginning of learning how things typically work with gay men and relationships. I will never forget that time at Lake Beaverfork or our times together. I treasure the memories today – twenty years later. I’ve connected with him since and he finally accepted his sexuality and has been with a partner for a few decades now. I’m very happy for him, but, I always wondered – what if he came to terms with his sexuality during our time together? Could I possibly have been his partner? Oh well…it wasn’t meant to be or I would be there in his arms today instead of writing about my memories.

Dickken