Tracey Parker is a gay cruising fanatic who travels around the world and shares his escapades with Squirt.org members. This time, Tracey takes us to a home grown camping hookup spot in PA a couple hours out of NYC, where guys get freaky fun in the outdoor summer sun.
One summer, I went to New York City for the Fourth of July weekend and met a guy at a bar.
It was an intense, instant attraction. After the bar closed, we left with a half dozen of his friends in one of their vans. Most of the passengers got out at the first stop, but before they did, many of us got frisky with each other in the back. It was a wild experience that I’ll never forget.
After we dropped off the first group of friends, Andres—my guy—offered to have me drop off with him in Astoria, where he lived. He told me that we couldn’t go to his place to hook up because he had roommates and his room was actually just the living room, separated from the rest of the apartment by a curtain.
But we could walk along the river, chat, and then say goodbye. I agreed for lack of a better idea.
During our chat, he told me he loved camping. We said goodbye to each other after the sun had come up, leaving no time to meet up later in the weekend.
A few days later, after enjoying the city and its museums, I took a bus back to D.C. with my mind consumed by Andres. I don’t know if sex would have made me think of him less or more, but I was consumed with finding out what may or may not be possible between us.
I texted him on the bus ride home and began poking to find out if he’d be interested in meeting up again somehow. He seemed interested. I mentioned that perhaps we could go camping, since he had already mentioned how much he loved it.
It sounded like he was up for it, so I told him I knew of a place not far outside the city the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania called The Woods where we could go to have a great time. He told me he’d love to.
Over the next few weeks, we continued getting to know each other and found a weekend that worked for both of us. This time, I drove up in my car, picked up Andres at a bus station, and we arrived together.
It was a little weird seeing him in person after having only chatted with him for what was about a month. However, in the car, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. He even reached over, pulled my cock out, and gave me head on our way there.
Once we got there, we found a really fun environment. A lot of the men were naked, and Andres and I quickly fell into more of a friendly dynamic than that of intense lovers. We began eyeing the guys we wanted to get with and sharing our observations about what we thought of the place.
We set up a tent I had borrowed from a friend in a big camping field alongside many other couples, individuals, and groups of friends. It felt like we were at a music festival—the type I had never been cool enough to be invited to. I felt as if I was doing something I had always dreamed of but never knew it. In the heat of the late afternoon sun, on top of an air mattress, we fucked for the first time. Andres decided he’d be the first one to get naked. The resort was clothing-optional, and many other men were walking around letting it all hang out.
He had a skinny white body, but there was a sturdiness on top of his bones. He was impressively hairy, and his cock quickly grew from flaccid and fleshy to impressive and a little dangerous once I began to work on it with my hands and my mouth. He was salty and flavorful after his bus ride from the city.
We fumbled around on the air mattress before moving over to the ground to finish. Air mattresses are meant to support your entire body lying flat, not to hold your weight when you’re on all fours—or in Andres’ case, on his knees behind me trying to fit his long, thick cock inside me.
He had some poppers, and we both got lost in one another. I was happy he was as willing as I was to get this over with, since I had been dreaming of it for over a month.
After we finished, we lay down on the air mattress and began to notice that others had been watching us the entire time through the screens of the tent. We greeted them and began talking to our new neighbors. They told us that at this hour, the pool was the place to be, so we all got ready and went down together. We walked naked in our sandals, with our backpacks slung over our shoulders and our cocks dangling between our legs. I noticed some guys getting hard just from walking like this. I absolutely would have too, had I not just had Andres come inside me.
The pool was really impressive. It was massive, surrounded by rows of men sunning themselves on lawn chairs. The water was packed with all types of men of all ages, and there was truly something for everybody. Everyone was just socializing and playing around in the water.
We took a nap after a few hours at the pool and then put our clothes on to go out to dinner. At dinner, you could tell who was there to cruise and who was there to be social. Lots of men were staring at one another aggressively, and Andres and I were making lists of guys we wanted to hook up with. We didn’t really know if anything was going to happen, but we had heard of a cruising area, and there was a growing understanding and excitement that we’d both end up there.
After dinner, we decided to take a walk through the campsite. There was another side where people had permanent housing, decorated with lights and lots of cute ornaments. My head was beginning to ache from drinking all day and the constant social buzz of the place. A quiet walk was exactly what I needed.
Andres and I had stopped talking; somehow our walk had turned into something different. We had wandered away from the illuminated camping trailers and onto a path that both of us knew was the place everyone had been talking about. It was way less crowded than the pool, the dining room, or the main campsite. This place was reserved for the few who dared to go all the way.
We began to see others standing just off the path. It was too cold for anybody to be fully naked, but most had their cocks out, stroking themselves to stay ready to impale whoever was willing.
I saw a young guy whom I recognized from the pool. He had porcelain skin and a petite, muscular build that had filled me with desire when I first saw him. I wanted to go after him. I looked the other way, toward Andres, and saw that he was no longer by my side. I walked over to the guy, and he placed his hands on my chest. His cheeks were red from the sun, but his smile was just as seductive as before.
I didn’t smile back. I reached down, roughly unbuttoned his jeans, and watched them fall to the ground. I turned him around, and he leaned against a tree, spreading his legs slightly wider. I pulled out my already hard cock and spit on the end of it.
He spit on his fingers and reached around himself, but I caught his hand before he could lube himself up.
“Don’t worry,” I told him. Then I spit as much as I could onto my fingers and reached down to his hole. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I began lubricating his hole, and his breathing grew heavier. His breaths turned to quiet moans. I placed my tip against him, and he slowly began to open up for me. I inched my cock inside him and then began to fuck him harder and harder until I came inside him.
He had been jerking himself off, but he stopped—probably deciding he wanted to save it and look around for more dick. We gave each other one final look, a final wink, and disappeared back into the woods.
Later, I found Andres in a circle jerk—a slow, intense one where everyone was rubbing their own cock while fucking the others with their eyes. I admired him from a distance. I really had found a cool friend in him. I was happy that he had already fucked me, because if he hadn’t, I think I would have been jealous. I remembered all the pent-up desire I had been living with for the past month and realized it was finally gone. I could relax.
I felt the warm breeze over my body and closed my eyes as I heard the nearby men grunting and moaning in their pleasure zone. In some ways, these were the moments worth noting: fucking, friendship; and men without limits getting it on before the cold season change makes us once again forget these fleeting summer moments.
