Gay camping
It was one of those three day weekends, and camping was our plan.
We decided to forgo the isolation of the Eldorado National Forest for
the gay civilized life at the Russian River.
Anticipating the traffic going home on Monday, we stayed Monday night and
would head home Tues morning. The weekend was set. We could party with
the crowd s through the weekend and enjoy the slowed pace on Monday night.
The bars were considerably less crowded on Monday evening, mostly a nice
mixture of local people. After about midnight the Woods began to wind
down from the all weekend pace. We decided to take a detour on the
way back to our camp th rough Armstrong Woods.
We stopped and parked soaking in the darkness and the silence. There were
none of the campers from the weekend left in the park. We decided to get
out of the truck and look around. The darkness was soothing and the
silence was calm ing. Steven grabbed me from behind and held on to me
tightly. I could feel his cock growing as he rubbed it against my shorts.
I had a pair of tight 501 shorts and my chaps over them. I lowered the
back of the truck and laid back as Steve started licking at my shorts.
He started at my boots and licked my leather all the way up my leg
to my crotch. He worked the buttons open with his teeth until he had
his prize. Steve licked at my balls, just the way he knows I like it.