Tracey Parker is an urban explorer, based in Mexico City, who discovers and presents unique gay cultures around the world.

It was early on a Friday afternoon at Roseland Resort and Campground, and all the guests were arriving for a busy summer weekend at this West Virginia gay campground.

Roseland is an all-male clothing-optional campground in West Virginia. Most of the people I meet there are from the cities in Ohio, but others come from as far away as Washington, DC. 

It was sweltering hot, and I had arrived early and secured a lounge chair at the pool. There were already a good number of people there, but it was very quiet and tame compared to how I knew it would get later tonight and all through the weekend. 

Part of me wished it would stay like this the entire time; a little peace in a secret oasis, with good weather, cool water and a comfortable lounger.

I was scanning the other guests like a wild animal searching for prey, taking note of who was looking at me.

One set of eyes that I couldn’t ignore was from a handsome, no, make that young, hot Latino guy who was lying naked under an umbrella next to his much older companion. 

They looked like they were having fun together. The guy had such distinct features. He had a 

thick cock and thick balls, which matched his body, which was slim but with meat on his bones. 

He usually would have at least one hand behind his head, showing off one and sometimes two armpits filled with thick forests of black, sweaty hair. I watched from across the pool, imagining burying my face in them. 

I was sipping a rum and Coke, and my imagination was running wild. It was a beautiful afternoon, and the view of the mountains from the pool was to die for. 

Not long after I first felt him looking at me, the handsome Latino guy got up and quickly dove into the water. He did it all in one stride. Everybody must have been looking because his body was truly a marvelous wonder. He had a high bubble butt, adorably formed, so tempting, I could already feel myself drooling at the thought of rimming his hole for hours.

He had the type of face that always looked like it was up to something mischievous. He resembled a wild beast that you needed to tame before it consumed you. I wondered if he and his partner had this sort of relationship or what the dynamic was between them. 

From where I sat at the pool, I could see the entire place. There were smaller clusters of trailers which were nicely landscaped, and down other paths were cabins for rent.

Everywhere, tents were being set up as weekend campers prepared their spaces for whatever plans lay ahead. It was an exciting feeling seeing everybody get set up for what was to come. 

I got up from the pool and decided to relax in the shade for a bit. Later, I was walking up the steep gravel road, exploring, when I suddenly recognized the hot, mature guy from the pool, who was sitting on the front porch of one of the cabins. He was wearing a red flannel shirt, which was unbuttoned, and I saw he had a harness on underneath. This time, he was looking straight at me, much less subtle than at the pool. 

I slowly changed the direction of my path and began approaching him. Our eyes locked, and his gaze had me in a trance, so I didn’t even notice when his partner came out of the door onto the porch. 

“Good afternoon,” he barked in a stern, deep voice. 

His voice sent a shock through my body, but I played it cool.

“Hey,” I said as I looked in his direction.

“This is my stallion. Do you want him to breed you?”

A smile appeared on my face as my head slowly began to nod automatically.  

“He is hung like a horse,” the older man told me with his same stern voice. “Do you think you can handle him?”

My head continued to nod as my mind doubted everything about the situation. 

“We’ll see about that. Get down on your knees and give him oral pleasure. I wanna see him cum down your throat.”

His cock was already fully hard, and I could already tell it was going to be too big to fit in my mouth all at once. It stuck straight up from his groin and curved toward me like a hook. But I was up for the challenge. I wrapped my hands around the base and began to put my lips on the head gent,ly and gave him “oral pleasure,” as I had been ordered. 

My hands and mouth played it like an instrument, and he even began to make beautiful sounds. 

“Stop,” I heard the older partner command. 

“Stand up,” I followed his orders. 

“Have any other stallions bred you yet this weekend?”

That’s none of your business, my mind thought as my head turned left and right. I had barely said anything since coming onto the porch. 

“Turn around and put your ass onto his face. We’ll see if you’re telling the truth.”

I turned around and immediately felt his soft tongue and lips and prickly stubble pressing against my hole. Even from behind, he felt different from the rest. Something about the way his lips and tongue felt inside of me was better than I’d ever felt before. I began to breathe heavy in excitement. I noticed that the passersby were gathering around the cabin to watch the show. 

“How loose is he?” the older man asked. 

“He is tight.”

“Is he too tight for your horse cock?”

“I think he can take it.”

The older man went into the cabin and came out with a giant container of lube. It was larger than any I’d seen, and it had a cinematic quality to it. I had to giggle once I realized what it was.

The older man put the lube onto two of his fingers and inserted them into my hole. His fingers were rough and calloused. The gel was cold and slippery. I was so nervous. I began to wish there weren’t so many people watching, but I let myself get lost in the moment, allowing the voyeurs to enjoy the show, even as their hands made their way down their pants to jerk themselves off.

I looked back over my other shoulder and saw the handsome young ‘stallion’ with his mischievous grin and fell in love with him all over again; his beautiful body was on display. 

Then I noticed him moving forward while jerking himself off and examining my entire body. 

Suddenly, my mind and the beautiful thoughts I was thinking went blank. All I could see was the color white. The pain was intense and seemed to travel throughout my body. My vision returned, but the pain remained pulsing. He had pinched me as he was putting it in. He was resting now. He put more lube on his cock and let me settle down. 

Then he placed the bulb of his dick outside my hole and stood behind me. His body was still, his shoulders fell back, and he looked like he was relaxing.

I looked back, and he smiled. I pushed my hole open ever so slightly and fell back onto him. I felt myself split in half, but this time with no pain. He opened me up so smoothly, and without thinking, I let out a loud moan. 

I was bracing myself on the railing of the front porch of their cabin. He began to slowly fuck me, and people began to come onto the porch to get a closer look at what was happening. 

Each time I looked behind me, I surprised myself again at how handsome and sexy he was. Each time his body moved differently, but always in a way that drove me crazy for him. 

“Enough,” I suddenly heard. It was the boyfriend. 

I was relieved, but at the same time, I didn’t want my time with this guy to come to an end. He pulled himself out rather quickly. I blinked and I missed it.

I pulled up my pants, zipped and buttoned up and disappeared into the crowd of onlookers. I continued to walk up the hill so that I could see the cabin from above, the bright lights on, the crowd outside. I took a seat to sit back and watch what unfolded for a bit longer.

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