Tracey Parker is an urban explorer, based in Mexico City, who discovers and presents unique gay cultures around the world; after sharing with Squirt members the steamy hookups in places like the gay sauna cruising in Medellin, Colombia and his last piece Top Club in Mexico City, Tracey takes us to another hot cruising spot: gay campground, Oneida Campground, in Milford, Pennsylvania where the fucking is aplenty.
We woke up in each other’s arms in a tent that we had just set up a few hours earlier.
I had borrowed the tent from a friend in DC, and picked Andres up in Scranton. From there, we drove to Oneida Campground, an LGBTQ campground in the Poconos Mountains of Pennsylvania. We had met in New York earlier in the summer and decided to go camping here so we could see each other again and explore the place.
The early evening was beginning, but this time of year, the sun was still high in the sky. We decided to head down to the main social area and check out what was going on. The walk down the hill showed off what an eclectic place we had discovered. On both sides of the gravel road, there was a mix of campsites and semi-permanent trailers. We came on a holiday weekend, so each of the sites was occupied with a single somebody or an interesting cast of characters.
Like many gay-centric places in the US, the resort is clothing optional, so it wasn’t uncommon to see fully naked men walking or driving golf carts around the resort. The campsites used communal showers, which were where we were headed, and most of the permanent sites had outdoor shower heads where you could watch your neighbours shower or just cool off during a hot afternoon.
Later that evening, after attending the welcome dinner and social, we took a walk around the place under the stars. Not far from the main social area was a cabin with a front porch. It had bright spotlights turned on that illuminated a BDSM fetish cross. There were shiny leather straps that hung from the top, and two leather daddies were chatting with a younger Asian boy.
The young guy had his shirt off, and they were talking matter-of-factly as if none of the dramatic BDSM elements were in the picture. Slowly, people began to stop and take a look at what was about to happen.
They began to strap his hands to the cross as his brown back faced all of us. They started giving him lashings across his back. I was more fascinated by how cute the young guy was than by what they were doing to him. But as the scene progressed, I realized that I liked how his jeans were slowly falling lower down on his hips, and you could see his tighty whities.
The scene went on for a little bit until they stopped, untied him, and he walked off the porch, back to his friends. His shirt stayed off, and he had red marks on his back for the rest of the weekend.
The spectators quickly dispersed after the scene. Andres and I continued down the gravel road. Further down, we saw a cabin with no lights on, but there were numerous golf carts parked outside. We decided it may be the dark room cabin that we had heard about.
We both walked in together but quickly separated after entering the front door. It was the cabin we had heard about. There was a steady flow of men walking around, many had their cocks hanging out, many were naked, and a few were in flashy underwear or thongs.
I walked into a small room with four glory holes separated by plywood walls. Each stall had a different man standing with his face to the wall getting fucked by another guy standing behind him. I stood where I was and watched the backs of the eight men all going at each other.
Fucking, getting fucked. The thick, greasy sweat glowed in the dim light from outside. The house smelled like sweaty men.
Their moans and breaths were a chorus that perfectly matched the silence. In the distance, we could hear the music from the social area, but here it was just the noise of sex.
I continued around the cabin to the different rooms. There was a back door and out back there were men fucking against some of the trees in the back woods. More men were circling a wide path behind the cruising cabin.
Suddenly, I bumped into Andres. We both stared at each other with our cruising eyes and quickly adjusted to our friendly glance, which we were used to using with each other.
We agreed that we both preferred to continue exploring the resort rather than spend the entire evening in here. We could always come back. The place was very crowded, and guys kept showing up as the night went on.
At this point, we both felt like we had made a good choice in selecting a fun place to spend the holiday weekend. This palace was so otherworldly. It was truly a fantasy land, and the fact that neither of us had heard anything about it until we specifically looked made it feel like a hidden treasure.
We began walking up a hill that was lined with permanent cabins and trailers on either side. Some were landscaped and decorated, and others were straightforward. We chatted about the other men we had seen while eating dinner and also caught up on what was going on in each of our lives.
We arrived at a trailer that resembled a small house. It was a compound consisting of several structures connected by a deck. Many men were gathered in what was once a private bar. A few men were standing outside at the bottom of the driveway, and we all began talking to them.
We all made our way up the hill in a group and entered the bar. There were already three men sitting down, and we all fit in nicely. The owner was behind the bar, and we all began introductions.
I took advantage of the opportunity and began asking a lot of questions about how long the owners had lived there, and how often they visited. They had some incredible stories to share, and they thoroughly enjoyed telling them.
After a few drinks, I realized Andres was no longer by my side. I went out to the deck to look for him and quickly found him bent over the hood of a pickup truck in the driveway. Two of the other guests were tag-teaming him. One of them was inside of him and the other was keeping his enormous cock hard while watching them, jerking himself off and licking his lips at the view.
A few others were watching them, and I quickly joined the spectators. I wanted to watch, but I didn’t want my friend to see me watching and feel any way about it.
I was beginning to feel like I was on the same wavelength as the other guests here at Oneida Campground. It was a very friendly atmosphere. Sex seemed to be everywhere, but it wasn’t overbearing. A lot of people weren’t even engaging in a complete sexual act. They were sticking it in for a bit of taste and then moving on. It was hot, but casual, just to my liking.
Andres was getting much more than a taste; as the men watched, the two participating hookup partners were splitting Andres open, pulling out and taking turns on his hole. With him being my friend, I started to feel a bit weird, so I walked away to the rest of the party. As I walked away, I heard some loud moans coming from the participants, either from the two guys finishing inside Andres (or on him) in a climactic finish.
Soon, Andres found me again, with me saying nothing about what I saw or what he did. We hung around the party for the rest of the evening and then went home.
The following morning, Andres and I woke up early. The tent had a transparent screen on top to keep bugs out, and then another sheet to cover the entire tent, keeping the cold out. We were both so inexperienced that we didn’t even bother with the thermal sheet, and in the early morning, we both woke up shivering.
We unzipped the tent, got out in our underwear, still half asleep, and secured the thermal sheet on top of the tent. We got back inside and covered ourselves up under the blanket. We embraced each other to stay warm. Quickly, our body heat began to fill up the small tent with warmth.
We began to kiss one another. There was an intimacy that had been building between the two of us over the weekend. We had fooled around before, but we always remained friends, and that’s how we knew we would proceed after the weekend ended. But in this moment we passionately held one another in our hands, we shared passionate kisses, and we took turns fucking each other, which we had never done before.
We fell back asleep before the sun began to come up. Then we woke up a few hours later and did it again.
Whether it was seeing Andres getting fucked by those two men that awoken a horny side of me, or the magic of Oneida Campground, with so much casual sex in the air making a fling or friends with benefits moment with Andres seem simple and no big deal.
We flip fucked, unloading into each other (one round from me first time we awoke and the next from Andres when we woke and did round two soon after). It was fun, hot, as our activity steamed up the tent, and the feeling that this was a “what happens at camp, stays at camp” moment, making us feel like we could be wild and free together in that moment.
The next day, along with everybody else, we packed up our belongings into our car and drove back to the world from which we all came.
I dropped Andres off at the same bus station where I had picked him up, so he could return to New York City. And I continued to DC by myself.
We didn’t talk at all for months, maybe even a year. But the following Memorial Day, I proposed that we check out another similar place, and he said yes.
