Albert licked the head of my stiffening penis before swallowing me down to the base. I moaned and then lay back, enjoying the symphony of sensations, sexual and sensual, as summer breezes played over my naked body and softly tussled my hair to the sound of the waves lapping onto the beach.
From the leafy half shade, the view of Okanagan Lake glittering in the afternoon light added to the primal experience as he sucked my swollen prick down his throat.
“I’m gonna cum,” I screamed-whispered, feeling the desire not to awaken the lush scenery, or have too many people overhear my incoming orgasm, but I couldn’t help but let Albert know I was ready to erupt.
In this moment, Albert sucked my cock even harder, choking it down right to the pelvis, letting my light bush tickle his nose and deepthroating my meat until I couldn’t help but shoot a huge ass cumshot down his eager throat.
My body convulsed on the grass as I let the orgasm possess my body, and Albert wasted no time teasing the tip of my shaft and cockhead with his tongue, even though he knew I was done and could hardly take anymore.
It was sunny and a balmy 32 degrees Celsius, typical for a summer day on Okanagan Lake. In Paradise Valley, the shores of the 130-kilometre-long lake are carpeted with lush fruit orchards and vineyards.
I was at Three Mile Beach outside of Penticton in British Columbia’s Okanagan Valley. It was the second day of a gay road trip across the province. I left Vancouver only the previous morning and had already driven through half a dozen geographic and climatic zones, from the damp coastal mountains, through the Cascade Range, across the plateau ranch lands and into the Shuswap/Okanagan Mountains. Canada’s western edge is a blend of many worlds.
British Columbia, on the Pacific side of Canada, is a vast province with mountains, coastlines, old-growth forests with towering trees, vineyards, orchards and ranchlands, plus charming villages, towns and cities.
Vancouver is a world-famous gay destination with two gay villages that include a couple of bathhouses and dozens of bars, nightclubs and cruising clubs. Victoria on Vancouver Island also has its smaller share of gay venues, but BC’s vast interior is little known for its gay places. However, they exist, spread out across the province’s 1,050 kilometres of width along 719,000 kilometres of highways and roads.
This gay road trip would lead me almost 700 kilometres and back to my home near Vancouver. I would be staying in several places, and going out of my way to visit gay gathering and hookup spots, ranging from beaches, a bar, a gym and of course a gay campground, as summer allows.
Leaving Vancouver’s sprawling urbanity, I drove for four hours east on the Trans-Canada Highway 1 to the town of Hope, where I took Highway 5 northeast, then Highway 97 to the sunny Okanagan Valley. My temporary home was Kelowna, a lakeside community of 140,000.
I was staying in a hotel in downtown Kelowna, a short walk from the Friends of Dorothy gay bar. I had spent the first night at Dorothy’s, enjoying the company of local gay guys and lesbians, and I planned to spend every night there.
I was lucky on my first night because the bar was hosting a hilarious drag show with local superstars Joan and Janice Everyday, who, in real life, are siblings. Still, their stage personas are a hybrid of wisecracking divas and kinky aliens, complete with long flowing unearthly coloured hair and out-of-this-world dresses. Their show combines bawdy humour with wry social commentary. After watching them perform, I was sure they would break out of British Columbia and into the broader world beyond.
Friends of Dorothy in the heart of Kelowna is the Valley’s first gay bar/nightclub. It is the only gay bar east of Vancouver.
The club hosts a variety of fun events, including drag shows, karaoke nights, and Sunday brunch. The gay community of the city and the Okanagan Valley supports the bar by attending every night.
I didn’t know how many gay stops I would make, but at Dorothy’s, I learned about more places, and I had a growing list of sexy destinations.
After Kelowna, my second planned gay stop was up the north Valley in the city of Vernon, World Health & Gym.
Like many gay cruising gyms, you have to keep your ear to the ground to see if there is any hookup potential. I heard World Health is actually known for its gay hookup and (discreet) play zone with a dark sauna room and private shower stalls. The place is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, with a $15 drop-in fee.
My third gay stop would be Canoe Beach on the shores of another large lake called Shuswap. This beach is about 10 kilometres east of the town of Salmon Arm, along the Trans-Canada Highway. Look for the Canoe Sawmill and head 3.5 kilometres east, find cars parked along the lakeshore side of the highway.
I was warned to watch for oncoming trains at the railway tracks and to be cautious of police, who will ticket anyone caught crossing the tracks. Families and straight people are around the head of the beach, and as at most nude beaches, the gay section is along the right side.
My final gay stop was in Harrison Mills. Shadow Fall Campground, where I had reserved a campsite. It is 110 km east of Vancouver, located outside Harrison Mill,s a tiny mountain town 20 minutes from the thermal resort Harrison Hot Springs.
Shadow Falls is a gay clothing-optional camp on 40 acres of forest. The grounds include a stream and waterfall, a grotto and its own mountain peak with stunning views. There are sites for RVs and tents, a clubhouse. Sunning, socializing and lounging in the nude is the lifestyle for the campers, mostly gay and bisexual men looking for fun, with the occasional party of lesbians. Nights around the firepit are social/sexual, and the campground hosts special events through the season.
To get to Shadow Falls, I took the Trans-Canada Highway, then Highway 7 along the north shore of the Fraser River. It was a beautiful drive with not too much traffic.
I had stayed at Shadow Falls Campground a few years earlier and had a fine time socializing and having sex. I looked forward to returning to meet guys from all over Canada and beyond. I was a hundred percent sure that I would get my fill of stiff cocks. It would be a sex, sun and fun way to end my gay road trip, but the fun I was having at Three Mile Beach was a fantastic start.
I was feeling a rising horniness as Albert sucked my throbbing knob. We had just met along the rocky shore to the right of Three Mile Beach’s main area, a sandy section hosting about 30 nude people, mostly guys and about 10 nude ladies. The gay-friendly section of this beach is located farther along to the right.
I stripped off and wandered the shore, where I ran into Albert, who told me about the history of the place. It had always been an unofficial nude beach and a gay cruise area. Twenty years ago, a vacationing engineer started constructing stairs, paths and terraces which Albert offered to show me. I watched his naked ass wriggle as he ascended a stone staircase towards a terrace where he had laid out his blankets and pillows, 50 feet above the lakeshore.
As I got comfortable beside him, his foot touched mine, then he slid closer and said, “Can I suck your cock?”
“Yes, please!” I replied.
My oral friend settled into an enthusiastic throating up and down the hard shaft of my cock, and he started to touch his own stiff prick. He swirled his tongue around and encircled the head of my penis, stroking his own smooth rod loose and slow, then stopping completely so he could use that hand to cup and caress my balls, his other hand holding my ass cheek. Then he switched things around, flicking his tongue at my ass while his hand took over my cock, stroking it lightly, then firmly as his tongue pushed into my hole.
Albert soon returned his mouth to my cock, and I knew I couldn’t last much longer under such treatment. I felt a rising orgasm, to which I noticed Albert was now jerking his cock furiously, choking down on my meat; drops of pre-cum flicking left and right from his dick as he stroked.
The sight of his first cumshot filled me with erotic joy as the hot man juice hit my legs and splattered all over my bare skin. He paused a second, my body spent, but then, as he wiped his mouth from my jizz, he resumed his tongue flicking into my ass in rhythm with his hand stroking my exhausted prick. I squealed gleefully at the erotic torture of being used and abused, and Albert was still caressing my body and teasing my hole even though he tasted and gulped down every last drop of me already.
Eventually, Albert stopped teasing, and we lay back in stunned silence in the moment of petite mort.
I flopped down, my body still spasming, my breath panting, slowing as the beauty of our orgasms flooded my mind and body with joy and contentment.
Eventually, Albert and I got up and walked down to the lake shore. Standing on the smooth rocks, naked, covered in each other’s cum we waded into the warm waters, rinsing off sweat and the sex, then swimming lazily along the shore.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Andy Oh lives in the rainforest near Vancouver, Canada. He frequently travels the world searching for sensual delights to share with his readers. He also writes about and creates homo-erotic art. He is Urplaypal on Squirt.org, and you can email him at andy.oh@hotmail.com
