CAMPSITE ENCOUNTER
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by Dave Hedges
Uploaded to Pink Triangle by Andy McDonald
I was on a camping holiday with a couple of mates and we had got
to know the group in the next tent to ours. Six of them in total, all
blokes, crammed into one large frame tent with a camp bed each. Of the
six, Steve was exactly the kind of guy that I'm so very much attracted
to ... early twenties, straight blonde hair, blue eyes, solid
physique, tight jeans and a bulge between his legs that caused inward
groanings every time I snatched a quick glance in that direction. A
few of us would regularly visit the next-door tent at the end of each
evening, just to spend a bit of time talking and generally having a
laugh. Of course, unknown to anyone but myself, I had another motive -
it was a great opportunity to spend some more time with this hunk of a
guy, and for a little bit of self-indulgence.
Our talking often went on into the early hours, and gradually each
member of this next-door group would undress and get into bed, en-
abling them to carry on the conversation in comfort. We visitors would
stretch ourselves out at the end of the various camp beds, trying not
to make things too uncomfortable for the occupants. Needless to say,
the position that I occupied was very carefully chosen - not, as you
may think, on the bed of this striking young man Steve, but directly
across the tent from him quite a distance away. I didn't want to make
my feelings for him obvious, but keeping clear of his bed was in it-
self a subtle ploy.
I had chosen to sacrifice the closeness of his warm body for a
vantage point that gave me a grandstand view as he slowly and care-
fully peeled off his clothes each evening, stripping right down until
he was wearing just a pair of tight cotton briefs. As much as I would
have liked to fix my gaze on him as he gradually revealed more and
more of his young body, that would have been far too obvious and I had
to be content with casual glances. These glances however, in view of
my well chosen position, provided so much stimulation that the images
will be fixed in my mind forever. I had been able to engineer a situa-
tion that was feeding my desire for this young man's body - and every-
one around was oblivious to the fact that I was playing the voyeur and
becoming more aroused by the minute.
The highlight of each evening of course was that moment when Steve
removed his jeans and revealed those mini briefs, barely covering the
extent of his manliness and allowing wisps of golden pubic hair to
protrude into view. He would stand up and walk to the end of the camp
bed, folding his jeans neatly and placing them with the rest of his
clothes. It was always at that point that I risked my longest 'glance'
- taking in the full provocative display of his magnificent package.
That bulge which had made me quiver when looking at him fully clothed
was now even more prominent and inviting. The outline of his gorgeous
cock was clearly visible through the thin material of his briefs; the
curves of his balls underneath were perfectly formed as the tightness
of the fit pulled them upwards. Just one layer of thin material was
all that kept me from a full view of his magnificent organ. I could
only imagine what lay beneath.
It was obvious from the outside that he was extremely well en-
dowed, judging by the sheer volume of this bulge in his pants when he
wasn't even aroused. My mind was led to thoughts of the size of his
erect cock, and the one thing I wanted in all the world was to move
over to him and pull down the front of those briefs and take his flac-
cid cock into my mouth. I would let him fall back onto his own bed as
I worked my tongue over his sensitive glans and felt his erection
forming inside me. Then I would move my mouth up and down over his
throbbing shaft until I felt the shuddering of his body in orgasm and
the last of his warm come had spurted into me.
All too quickly Steve had climbed into his bed and my fantasy sub-
sided for one more evening. Invariably the hour was late, and with no
more incentive to keep me there the conversation soon faded and I re-
turned with the others to my own tent. Sleep was always the furthest
thing from my mind at that time. Each night I would wait for both
tents to finally quieten down whilst mentally reviewing the images
that had stirred my longings that evening. This re-enactment in my own
mind left me unable to control my physical senses, and within seconds
I would be overwhelmed by a flood of ecstasy which somehow eased the
burden of my repressed feelings.
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