Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2003 15:22:17 -0500
From: Jim Barrow <barrowjim@hotmail.com>
Subject: Studly Encounter at Campground

STUDLY ENCOUNTER at CAMPGROUND

This is a true story that happend some time ago . . .

It was about ten years ago, and I had driven about three hours away to a
campground I knew about in central Missouri in the Ozark Mountain area.  It
was early October, and while fall was in full swing, it was an unusally warm
and sunny weekend.  I was just looking to get away and unwind with some
privacy, do a little fishing in the river and drink a few beers.  I knew
this was the time to go, because in the summer this place was very crowded,
but almost no one camped there after Labor Day.

When I pulled into the campground, it was exactly as I had expected.  One
old couple in a camper right at the entrance, and as I drove through the
place, it was empty except for one tent with an older model Chevy Truck
parked next to it at the very end.  I parked and set up camp about a 100
yards away.  As I was getting things settled, I couldn't help but notice the
guy walking around the other camp at the end.  Even from a distance, I could
tell he was fairly young, maybe mid-20's, tall (perhaps 6'2"), dark hair and
a very lean and muscular build.

I was about 6'1", still in pretty decent shape in my late 20's, dark blond
hair, and a nice 7" cut cock.  While I had had a few encounters with other
guys, I considered myself mostly heterosexual, but I couldn't resist the
desire to keep watching this guy.  The closest trash dumpster was right next
to his campsite, so I gathered up whatever garbage I could find and walked
down there to dispose of it.  As I got closer I could start to see how truly
handsome and hot this guy was.  He was walking around, picking up wood, and
just sort of organizing things I guess.  He was wearing a white t-shirt, a
pair of green cotton gym shorts and some old tennis shoes, no socks.  As I
got closer I could start to make out his thick muscular and lightly hairy
legs, his well defined pecs through his t-shirt, and what appeared to be a
nice bulge in his shorts.  He had short dark brown hair and about a days
stubble on his handsome square jaw face.  His shorts had what looked to be a
University logo of some kind and I wondered if he wasn't a former football
player or other athelete.  As I approached the trashcan, he looked up and we
exchanged smiles.  He asked "How's it going?" and I replied back . . .
"Great".  Nothing more, and I turned around and returned to camp, just in
time to hide the growing bulge in my shorts from just looking at this guy.
I could not stop the thoughts running through my mind about seeing him more
and what he looked like under those shorts and t-shirt.

I spent the rest of the afternoon messing around, went down to the river,
did some fishing, and as it started to get dark, I returned to camp to start
a fire and get settled in for the night.  But I had to take one more trip to
the trashcan to check this guy out again.  This time he was sitting in a
lawn chair by his camp fire and drinkin a beer.  As I got closer this time,
he stood up out of his chair and looked at me.  He had now lost his shirt,
showing a well definded chest and muscular abs.  A little bit of short hair
covered his chest, which trailed down to his belly button and became much
thicker as it dissappeared under his shorts.  His shorts again revealed a
nice bulge as they hung tightly around his waste.  He hollered at me again,

"Hey again!  Pretty quiet place, huh?"

"Yeah!", I replied, "Isn't it great?"

This time I walked a little closer, so maybe we could talk a little bit.  He
walked toward me a little and asked,

"So do you camp here much?  I've only been here two other time."

"I get here a lot in the summer, but really enjoy this time of year,
especially with it being so deserted now," I said.

We exchanged a few more pleasantries, and he finally asked if I wanted to
come over and drink a few beers with him a little later.

"Sure, give me about 30 minutes!"

"Great!"  he said, as he cracked a grin and his dark brown eyes lit up,
"I'll see you then."

I returned to camp, wanting to change clothes anyway, and slipped into a
clean t-shirt and my own pair of gym shorts.  Decided to skip the underwear,
and wondered about the risk of concealilng a hard-on if looking at this guy
got the best of me, but decided to anyway.

So I grabbed a hand full of beers and walked back over.  Once again, he was
back in the lawn chair drinking a beer with his feet propped up on the
cooler by the roaring camp fire.  He had changed his shorts which weren't
quite as snug fitting, and had put his t-shirt back on.  Damn!

"Go ahead and drop those in the cooler", as he removed his feet.

I settled into another lawn chair he had set up and we began to shoot the
shit.  Over the next half hour, I learned he was a back-up quarterback for a
local university, but graduated a year ago, and was working a construction
job he picked up recently.  As we talked, I could feel the blood swell in my
losely contained cock, but was able to control it pretty well.  Finally, he
got up to walk to the edge of the woods and take a piss.  After he settled
back down, I decided to do the same.  When I returned to my chair, though, I
couldn't help but notice he had shifted his chair some which allowed me
direct view up one leg in his shorts!  I could just make out the fat
cockhead resting comfortably in there, but was difficult to see as it was
now pretty dark, and I was relying mostly on the light from the campfire.

We talked for maybe another half hour, all the time I was glancing looks at
this hard to see, but obviously large, fat cockhead along his leg in his
shorts.  I kept wondering if hew would notice my glances, but tried to be as
discreet about as I could.  Finally, the conversation turned to sex, as it
always does between guys.  We exchanged the typical bullshit of girls and
wanting to get some, and then it took an interesting twist . . .

"Yeah, I was here a few weeks ago, you won't believe what happened!"

"Yeah, what," I asked.

"There were two gay guys camping not far from me.  I wasn't sure at first,
but I could see them getting it on while they were in their tent through an
open window."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I couldn't believe it!  There weren't many people around like
tonight, so I guess they weren't too concerned about anyone seeing them.
But after awhile, they came out of the tent and came over and talked with me
for a bit.  One of them asked if I could see what they were up to, and I
admitted I could, and then the other asked if they could give me a blow
job!"

"You are kidding!" I shot back, the whole time feeling the blood rushing to
my swelling cock, as I began to realize this might actually lead to
something.  "What did you do?"

"I told them know, but . . . well, just between me and you, I was tempted to
say yes.  I mean, you gotta admit, another guy probably would really know
how to bring you off!"

I laughed while admitting he probably had a point.  And as I stole another
glance, I could definately see much more of his cock pushing down along his
leg in his shorts!  He was starting to get hard!!  At this point, I pretty
much gave up trying to control my own swelling cock, and I was pretty sure
the stiffening bulge in my shorts was now noticeable.

"Well I guess I would probably be tempted too," I added.

By now, I could see his fat cock sticking completely out of his shorts, and
it was very nicely shaped, and fat, and at least 8 inches long.  His shorts
were straining as it tried to curve upwards, and my own tenting pole was
straining to be freed against my shorts.

"Looks like we both got a problem here," he said, while deliberately looking
at my shorts.

"Yep" was all I my now dry mouth could utter, as my heart was racing.

"Maybe we could help each other out?"

"I could go for that"

With that, he got up out of the share, his cock now fully sticking out of
his shorts and curving upward.  I could see both his huge horseballs hanging
down and some thick black pubic hair sticking out along his cock.  He walked
over to me and stood in front of me, and said, "well?"

I reached out and stroked his thick piece of meat, and he let out a low,
throaty moan.  His cock was so perfect, so thick.  And I leaned forward and
took his fat cockhead into my mouth.  A few more moans and I began to pump
up and down with my mouth.

"Oh yeah . . . that is nice . . . oh yeah . . . keep doing that, uhmmm."

I could feel his pulse pumping blood into his thick member as I continued to
suck up and down, slowly.  His cock was so hard and fat, my mouth was
straining to get around it, but it felt so good in my mouth.  With each
stroke of my mouth, he let out a single animal like grunt, which was really
turning me on.  Then he pulled off his shirt, and I glanced up at his strong
chest and saw his face straining with pleasure.

"Yeah man, you like that, don't you?  Hmmmm . . . yeah."

I ran my mouth down his shaft and took one of his plump hairy balls into my
mouth.

Then he reached down and started stroking my cock through my shorts, which
was now engorged to its full 7 inches.

"Yeah, oh yeah . . . I could tell you wanted to do this.  Wanna know how?"

With that I stood up and pulled my shirt off.  His pole was poking against
my own cock still straining to be freed from my shorts.  He reached down and
ran his hand up my shorts, found my cock, and gently started squeezing it.

"What do you mean?"  I replied.

"When I adjusted my shorts so you could see my cock, you didn't say
anything.  Instead, I caught you stealing glances at it when you thought I
wasn't looking.  Eventually, you would have said something, told me my dick
was sticking out or something, if you weren't interesting in messing
around."

"Well, I guess you busted me then."

"It's o.k.  I wanted to do this too!"

With that, he pulled his shorts all the way off, and stood before me totall
naked.  I responded by pulling my shorts all the way off too.

"My turn," he said, and lowered his mouth down onto my swolen member.  He
slowly took the entire length into his mouth and began to work with a skill
that told me he must have done this before.  He let out a low moan from his
throat which vibrated a little as he expertly went to work.  I could feel
the building ache deep in the pit of my stomach, and did not want to cum
already.  Just then, though, he released my throbbing cock from his mouth
and let it slap up against my stomach, and glanced up at me and flashed me a
grin.

"Let's go inside the tent," which was probably a good idea.  As deserted as
the campground was, there were still a few people around who could walk up
on us.  I followed him to the entrance of the tent and stared at the small,
but firmly shaped globes of his ass as he bent down.  A thin trail of hair
ran down the center, to his balls.  He unzipped the door, and climbed in.  I
followed right behind him.  He had a sleeping bag rolled out, and he laid
down on his side.  I went down next to him and took his delicious cock back
into my mouth, as I felt him grab my cock and go down on me as we moved into
a 69 position.  We matched our strokes perfectly, slowly, then more rapidly
and slowly again.  Then I felt him run his finger under my balls and poke at
my asshole.  The feeling was amazing, and I let out an approving moan.

"You like that, do yah?"

He then pulled his cock out of my mouth and I rolled over all the way onto
my back.  He got down between my legs and started sucking my cock again, and
continued to play with my asshole, gradually poking one of his thick fingers
inside.

"Get over on all fours, I want to do something."  I was starting to get a
little nervous, as I wondered if he wanted to put that fat cock of his
inside me, but my raw animal desire for hot man to man sex caused that
thought to fade.  Next thing I know, I felt his tounge gently licking my
asshole. He started at my balls and licked upward over it, and then
gradually started licking just the hole.  The combination of his soft tounge
massaging my sphincter and  the rough stubble grazing my ass cheeks was
amazing.  Then I felt the return of one of his fingers again, this time
sliding in more easily as his wet toung had moistened the area.  Further and
further in . . .

"Oh, yeah.  Oh yeah.  That feels awsome," I groaned.

Then I felt another finger inside as he pushed back and touched the
sensitive spot, causing that strange delightful cramp at the base of my
cock.  Then he withdrew his fingers, and I could feel the cool breeze of the
autumn night blow through the tent and against my moistened crack.  Next I
felt his cock, first rubbing up and down along my crack.  Each time he
stroked it downward, I could feel his fat cockhead touch my asshole, until
he let it rest there and gently started to press.  I heard him spit a few
times, and while I could not see, I was guessing he was getting his cock
wet.  I was new to this whole thing, and didn't even think to expect any
kind of lube, but I would not have cared anyway.  Then a little more
pressure, and my asshole felt like it was ripping open as his the head of
his cock pushed inside.  I let out painful sigh, but he just left it there,
as the pain started to fade to the pleasure of having the tip of this studs
cock inside me.  Then he slowly starting pressing inward, a little more
pain, then a little more pleasure, and finally, as if it crossed some kind
of threshold, the entire length of his cock sank to the bottom.  That
strange ache at the base of my cock returned, but much stronger, and the
feeling of his huge cock inside me was amazing.  I could feel his thick bush
of pubic hair pressing against my ass.  Then he slowly starting stroking in
and out, very slowly at first but gradually picked  up the pace.  I was in
heaven, and I could feel my own cock pulse with pleasure with each thrust
into my ass.  He started moaning with each thrust, and did as well along
with him.  Just as I thought I was going to cum, he pulled out and told me
to get on my back.  I obediently rolled over.  He shoved a pillow under my
ass, raising it higher than my head, and then pressed his cock back into my
ass.  Now I could see fat, hard cock dissapearing between my legs, and out
again, and in.  His pubic hairs were tickling the base of my balls each time
he bottomed out.  He got into kind of a push-up position and began thrusting
with more force.  Once again, my cock and ass strained with pleasure, and he
started grunting loudly with each thrust.

"Oh, yeah, man . . . oh, yeah . . . feel that hard cock inside you man, you
are so tight."

I could see his chest and abs strain with pleasure, and the veins bulging in
his neck.  His face was contorted with pleasure as he moaned.  Now thrusting
harder and harder, I reached down and began to fist my cock.

"Oh, yeah, stroke that cock man . . . let me see you cum all over your
chest!"

"I'm getting close!" I said in between grunts.

"Same here!"

He was really thrusting hard now, his cock felt like it was going to push
though my ass and touch the base of own cock. Now we were both grunting
loudly with each thrust, and then he let out a long moaning yell, " oh . . .
oh . . . oh yeahhhhuuuuhhhhhhhhoooooo . . . oh . .. yeah!"  and I feld hot
jets of cum shooting deep into my ass.  That was all I could take, as thick
ropes of cum shot out of my cock and actually hit his chest on the first
shot before shooting me in the face, and then my chest and stomach.

He pulled out and laid down beside me.  We both just laid there, not saying
a word for awhile.  I felt like every muscle in my body was exhausted and
totally relaxed.

Eventually, we both recovered and went back out to the campfire, put on our
shorts and drank a few more beers, and shot the shit some more, not talking
about what we had just done.  But after about another half hour, I could
feel my cock swelling again, and saw his own shorts start tent out as he
flashed me another grin.  We returned to the tent, but this time I wound up
fucking him in the ass.  The feeling and sight of seeing my cock dissappear
into this perfectly shaped tight ass was amazing.

We hung out the rest of the weekend together, fished, drank some beers,
talked and played around.  It was amazing!  We talked about exchanging phone
numbers, but never did, and pretty much left it with, maybe we'll see each
other again soon.  I returned and camped there several more times in the
weeks to follow, but never saw him again.  Wish we would have exchanged
numbers.  I don't know if I will ever experience such truly great sex again!