Tracey Parker is an urban explorer, based in Mexico City, who discovers and presents unique gay cultures around the world. This time, he explores a gay campground nestled in the Ozarks of Missouri, where men come for gay cruising and hookups.
As soon as I arrived at Cactus Canyon, I put on my bathing suit and went upstairs to the treehouse/hot tub/showers. I called it a tree house because it was high up in the air, with one wall completely open and large windows that let the breeze blow in. It was actually a simple spa built into the side of a mountain, not a tree, but it had a treehouse vibe to it.
The campground wasn’t crowded. It wasn’t even the weekend. I was driving across the country, planning my trip to include a few gay campgrounds along the way. The previous night, I camped out in Oklahoma at a large campground, but I couldn’t find the showers in the morning. I was eager to find them here.
I stood in the empty shower and really enjoyed the experience. The breeze blew across my skin, and the water dripped down my body. My cock began to get a little firm as it was all happening. It started raining outside, which added even more to the experience.
When I finished my shower, I walked over to the hot tub without even drying off. I recognized a man inside the hot tub as one of the two other campers in the tent camping area of the campground. There was another side with trailers which stayed there all year round.
I sat on the other side of the hot tub. I could already feel the sexual tension between the two of us. I wasn’t sure if I actually wanted something to happen between us, but I was open to exploring it.
As soon as I sat down, I felt his toes touching mine. This was fun. We played footsie together, and then he scooted closer to me. He looked up and smiled at me. I smiled back, but it was more of a game smile than a flirty one. Each time he moved to his right, I moved to mine.
We kept moving around the circular hot tub like this until I decided to get out and tease him a little, knowing his interest was high and we could have a little bit of fun before getting to the main event.
Our towels were hanging side by side, and we both went for them immediately. I decided to head to the showers, the Eager Male trailing behind me. The air felt cold after being in the hot tub, and the evening breeze in the mountains was sharp.
Surprisingly, he didn’t follow me into the showers. He instead dried himself off and lingered behind, maybe not looking to play my Cat & Mouse game anymore. I couldn’t help but notice that he had a nice body and a very nice cock. It was rock hard from the foot play in the hot tub.
I walked down from the treehouse and passed the other camper, who was sitting on a chair next to his tent. He was a heavyset guy about my age. He was dripping with sexuality. His thick body just looked so soft, and I wanted to put my hands all over him.
We introduced ourselves to each other as I walked by. His legs were spread open, and his soft cock hung nicely between his thick, hairy, blond legs.
In our talk, he told me he lived in Dallas and had come up here to take a few days off. He was chatty. I lost track of what he was talking about and decided to be obvious and just stare at his cock. He noticed right away, and his reaction was really cute. He forgot what he was saying, and his cock began to stand up.
My towel was still draped over my shoulder. I was standing naked, and my cock was also growing. We stood in silence as our cocks grew taller and taller. I set my towel down on the ground beside his feet. I got down onto my knees, placed my hands on his thick legs, opened my mouth and lowered it onto his salty pink cock. His body was incredibly clean, with incredibly silky skin.
He told me to give him a second, so I pulled back and caught my breath. He stood up and walked back to his tent. He came out with some condoms, lube, and poppers. His white body had a thin red carpet of hair that covered it and that erupted in a huge, thick pile of curly red hair around his cock and under his arms.
I stood next to the picnic table with my back towards him. I was planning just to let him approach me and fuck me from behind. I could hear the river flowing in a stream right behind us, the sun was going down, and the insects were starting to scream from the trees.
After he put his condom on, he put a generous glob of lube on his finger and stuck it inside my hole. The lube was cold, and so was the breeze that blew across my skin.
He had an indifference about him that I could tell he walked through the world with. Having him standing indifferently and even a little arrogantly while his finger was beginning to open up my hole was a turn on. But what was even more striking was the sense that he wanted me really badly and was equally turned on by what was happening.
He put his tip outside my hole and stood behind me. He rested one flip-flop-clad foot onto the bench of the picnic table and began to push himself inside of me. A deep moan came out from inside of me.
“Do you like that?” he asked me.
“Yes, keep going,” I told him.
There was a beauty in the two of us fucking in the wild like this under the shade of the deep green forest. Both of our skin began to develop a thick sweat; it was too cold for a dripping sweat, but we both started to glide together across our slippery bodies. He was tapping the inside of me relentlessly, and I was making noises I had never made before.
I didn’t really like how my conversation began with him, but I was really enjoying our sexual chemistry.
He was fucking me faster and faster, and eventually I heard him scream out as he came. He pulled out, and I turned around right away so that I could gaze at his large white body, his deflating cock, hanging down from his orange bush, and the condom filled with his white fluid.
He was catching his breath, and I asked him to stand there like that while
I finished myself off. He stood there for a little bit, but I could tell he began to feel embarrassed, or maybe he was getting cold.
He got closer to me and put his big, soft hands on my chest. He started gently caressing my chest and my stomach. These are my most sensitive areas, and quickly, I was spraying my cum onto his big belly.
What followed was just the silence of the river.
I reached out for my towel and draped it over my shoulders to capture some of the warmth that my body was still letting off after such a hot fuck.
The rest of the evening was chill. Each of three of us built a separate fire and spent our evenings separately. Occasionally, we’d ask one another for something, but it never led to a long conversation.
We were three remarkably independent gay men enjoying the outdoors.
I revelled in having had such an out-of-this-world, eccentric encounter with two other outcasts in a gay campground in the Ozarks —a part of the country I had always associated with weirdness — and this night confirmed it.
I reheated leftovers from the enormous BBQ plate I had ordered for lunch on the road. The next morning, I would be on my way to St Louis.
