A Day at the Campground

This is a true story of my visit to a gay clothing optional campground. I'll be changing names to preserve privacy, even though I'm sure most of these guys would be proud to share their story.

I'd been in a rut for a while; I'd taken leave from my university and come back home to my parent's place for a mental reset. While there, I thought back to a gay campground I'd visited almost a year and a half earlier in the summer of 23'. It was a great experience; I'd gotten a day pass and arrived pretty early on Friday, around 10 am. You were allowed to stay until 6 pm with a day pass, so I figured I'd hang out by the pool and enjoy the hot sun on my naked skin, leaving around 3 pm to get home in time to make dinner for my family.

This specific campground catered towards bears, of which I am not; I'm a white guy, 23 at the time of writing this (21 when I went initially), 120 lbs and 5'10". I'd call myself a twink, though I keep all of the body hair that grows on my pits, ass, balls, and pubes. Many object to this choice, but I'd discovered my love for manstink years prior, sniffing my own pits and cupping my balls to smell the scent on my own palm. I also loved the way my hole looked when it was gaping and hairy, with lube slicking it down to make short trails of dirty-blond fur radiating from and curling around my opening. Although more slight and young than their main audience, I figured that, given this was the only gay campground around for miles, I'd be welcomed even as an outsider.

On this trip, I met a trio of guys in the pool who were all very sweet, and very nude. I talked with them about the place, how they came to find it, what it was like, etc. I was very clearly and eager kid who was new to the place, and they helped me out. They were all in their 30's or 40's, confident, and apart from a few joking comments here or there, they kept things very non-sexual. They informed me that the outdoor playroom on the site, which I'd checked out earlier, really only got going at night and on the weekends. There just weren't many guys who stayed there over the week; I was disappointed, but kind of figured this was how it would shake out.

Before I left, I asked if any of them would be interested in going to check it out. I was putting myself out there a bit, as none of them had expressed interest in having sex with me, but I soon learned that that was out of courtesy and not distaste. We went and I got in a sling for the first time. One guy, Mike, fucked me while I sucked the other two's cocks. I came, and Mike licked it up, telling me that I should come back tomorrow for more fun. Although tempting, I had schoolwork to finish, so I ended up not coming back. That was the last time I saw Mike, or so I'd thought.

This brings me to the current week; I'd googled the place to see if it was still open, and I was elated to realize that it was doing well. They hadn't even adjusted the prices in the year-and-a-half interim, which was a good sign. Even better, when I scrolled over to the events tab I saw that the upcoming weekend was Fetish Week; it had been a long time since I'd indulged in more kinky activities, and the idea of this campground filled with guys who wanted to explore more deviant acts excited me. I vacillated for a few days before finally deciding I'd go. I made the call on Friday morning, and with a little bit of convincing I was given permission to take my mom's car for the afternoon. I hadn't cum for about 3 days because I was busy trying to catch up on schoolwork, so my dick was ready for some action.

I made the drive over and arrived a bit past noon. The ride through the countryside was pleasant with the spring wildflowers blooming on the side of the highway, and I'd pretty much calmed myself by the time I pulled into the parking lot. I called the front office and upon informing them that I had been before, they told me to just go ahead and go to the pool. There were a handful of guys sitting around; two fully clothed at a table talking to one another, an older man that I recognized as the shop owner from my last trip, and... as I panned over, I recognized a face: Mike. I was surprised to see him, but gave my payment to the employee refilling the ice and made my way over to a lounge chair. Mike was talking to a group of friends and I didn't want to interrupt. One of them I recognized as one of the two guys who had fed me their cocks last time. I was very surprised to see them, as last time they'd told me they live hours away and only come over a few times a year for certain weekends.

Given that I was now at a clothing optional campground fully clothed, I quickly moved to take off everything. I love exhibition, which is one of my main draws to this place. Problem was, I was enjoying it a bit too much. I was hard as a rock, and my dick sprung up when I tugged off my jockstrap. I'd been to coed campgrounds before where you were allowed to be nude, but erections were expressly prohibited so as to not make the women uncomfortable (a rule I wholeheartedly agree with, as some of the straight men at clothing optional campgrounds are very creepy). Although this was a much more sexual space, we were at the pool and I didn't think it appropriate.

I got out a cross stitch to start working, hoping that the rhythmic puncture of the fabric would take my mind away from my cock. In fact, the opposite happened: I started leaking precum like crazy. I fished my jock out from my bag and placed it under my hard cock so that it could all be caught in the pouch. I loved getting my jock sweaty so that I can huff it while I'm jerking off. Adding precum to my jock only enhanced this, so I tried to not let any go to waste.

An older guy passed by me as I was making this adjustment and stopped to talk to me briefly about my cross stitch. He was nude, and my first impression of him had me staring directly at a huge Prince Albert piercing. He had large nipple piercings too, though this was my first close up look at a PA. Our conversation was brief before he walked off, presumably to his cabin or trailer.

Mike noticed me and made his way over to say hello. I told him this was the first time I'd been back since our fun two summers ago, and he informed me that this was their first trip of the year. We talked about how much of a coincidence it was, and I made it apparent that I'd be more than happy to do a repeat. He agreed, but let me get settled in first for a little bit. I was still incredibly hard, so I decided to take a loop around the campground in hopes that my erection would subside.

I went for the walk, but my dick was not subsiding. I must have looked quite strange, a lanky young guy with long hair, completely naked, with a 6" pole extending up and out at a 60 degree angle. As I rounded the corner, who did I see walking towards me but the older guy with the PA. We met in the dirt path and got to talking right in front of a 2 story cabin, with two guys on the balcony overlooking us. I commented on his PA and he told me that it was a 00, which I was pretty sure to be the largest piercing ring size (at least the largest that's medically doable for most people). I knelt down in the dirt path to get a closer look. He told me he had a guiche as well, and I felt back behind his balls to the thick metal arc that hooked through his perineum. In the process, I also found that the underside of his cock was pierced with a Jacob's Ladder. I told him I liked it and he was surprised I knew the piercing by name (I didn't tell him the only reason I knew this was because a friend of mine thought they were so insane that she couldn't fathom anyone ever getting one).

I asked if I could suck it and he said be my guest. He was soft so it wasn't too difficult, but maneuvering around the PA was definitely a new sensation when sucking dick. I ran my tongue along the underside, feeling the small metal balls protruding from his skin in pairs. I kept going at it until one of the guys from the balcony yelled "car." I pulled myself off of him and saw a resident who had just arrived driving down the dirt road, waiting for us to move out of the way. We got up and I sheepishly apologized to the driver, who did not seem to mind the momentary delay. My new friend suggested we go visit his cabin so he could show me around; I knew what this meant and was down to see what other kinky shit this guy got up to.

On the walk back, my dick continued to leak precum. He took notice and was amused by how my dick would rock side to side with my walking pace, flinging long thin strings of precum across my upper thighs. I told him that I loved being watched, and he laughed to himself before muttering something about 'being able to work with that'. This just got me to leaking some more.

Back at his place, he opened a number of bags. I could see leather and metal poking out of some, others held bottles and sex toys. He pulled out a fairly thick double ended dildo and some lube and started prying my hole open. I'm pretty tight generally, but over the years I've gotten pretty used to relaxing my sphincter and feeling the pleasure. In half a minute, the head was in, and I reached back to start thrusting the dildo in and out. I figured he would lube himself up and jump on the other end, but he must have really enjoyed my earlier blowjob as he sat on the side of the bed and asked me to kneel between his legs. I'm not a huge fan of sucking dick in ordinary circumstances; other activities feel better, and although its super hot the first couple times you gag on a dick, it gets to be uncomfortable to me quickly. This guy, though, stayed soft, and the novelty of the piercings was getting me going. As I turned from the bed to sit in front of him, I saw his plan taking form: the door to his cabin was wide open with a perfect view of the bed, so that anyone walking around the trailers would see us going at it. I was now more than happy to suck his cock. I knelt there, one hand jacking myself off, the other pistoning the double ended dildo in and out of my ass, and his cock buried in my throat. I don't know if anyone walked by and stopped to look; he was facing the door, so he would've known, but I was absorbed in the job in front of me. I didn't bob my head up and down, but rather pleased him by moving his cock around in my mouth. One moment I'd shift it down my throat, then the next I'd take it in my cheek and lick at the opening his cock and the PA made. He offered to take it off, but I enjoyed the added weight.

I don't cum easily, despite being a horny gay 23 year old. But with the dildo hitting my prostate and my feverish hand on my cock, I erupted without meaning to. I cleaned off the floor and myself, but let him know that I was good to continue. He had me shift onto the bed and now I was laying on my back, holding my legs back, while he thrust the dildo into my hole. I was facing towards the door, only making me more aroused as I shifted my sights from him to the grassy plain out front. I saw guys walking by a little further away, not close enough to see what we were doing, but it turned me on all the same.

Eventually I tired of being fucked and we did some preliminary cleanup before moving to his front porch to talk and hang out. I learned his name was Gabriel. We discussed age, partners, what kind of kinks we were into. He let me know that he'd spoken to the manager of this place earlier today and asked about what limits would be in place for the weekend. Usually sex out on the roads or in front of trailers was prohibited; there was a playroom open full time, so this wasn't too much of a problem. For fetish weekend, though, nothing was off limits; the cocksucking I'd done in front of those other guys' cabin was welcome and encouraged. This excited me, and made me eager to explore more. He said he understood and that I needed to get out and get fucked some more, to which I agreed, but the energy with him was easy so I wasn't in a rush. He commented that I really seemed to open up over time, to which I agreed. I guess I was pretty nervous and up tight when I had arrived; I was still hanging onto reservations about whether this trip would be constructive to getting myself out of my mental slump. I was still afraid something would happen that would make me worse. This conversation eased all of those worries.

As I was about to head back to the pool when he asked me if I'd ever experimented with wearing women's clothing. I told him it wasn't something I'd ever been interested in personally, but that I'd worn women's panties and lingerie before for guys who were into it. He took a moment and took out a piece of black clothing from one of his bags; the material looked like a wetsuit, but as he unfolded it I saw that it was a dress. I put it on and although the fabric was much more lose and stretchy than a wetsuit (it can sometimes take me upwards of 5 minutes to put one of those on) it was still pretty thick and not so breathable. He admired how I looked in it, but there were no mirrors for me to see. He told me I'd just have to take it home and have a look for myself. I told him that was very generous but unnecessary, but he insisted that he'd bought too small of a size for whoever it was intended for and had already cut the tag off. He'd taken it to this weekend in hopes of finding someone to give it to, and given that it was a campground for bears he said I was likely the only one he'd meet this weekend that would fit. I accepted and thanked him, he only asked that I'd think of him when I wear it. That was a promise that would be easy to keep.

I walked back over towards the pool, but I had yet to check out the playroom. It was only about 1:30, so I didn't expect anyone to be in the area. This playroom was a fenced in area of a little more than 400 square feet; there was a sawhorse, 3 slings mounted to a small pavilion, and a series of holes cut into the wooden fence which separated the playroom from the greater outdoors. There was a half-staircase up to a small porch with some couches, a TV playing watersports porn, an open air shower, and a short plank that opens onto a bathtub on the ground floor so that men could piss on interested fags from above. It was a really nice space, and I was happy to see that it was occupied.

There were a few guys mostly clothed on the couches, sitting around and talking with the porn playing in the background. It looked like 2 of them had just got there and were meeting up with the other two. There was a large furry bear in one of the slings, with a yellow jockstrap and a leather harness. The trim on the harness was yellow, so I was pretty sure I knew what this guy was into. He seemed content just laying there, and flashed me a friendly look when I walked in. My dick had already gotten halfway hard again, sticking straight out from my body. To my surprise and pleasure, Mike was also in the playground entirely naked. We made eye contact and we closed the distance between each other. I reached down and started fondling his hardening cock, as he did the same for me. We began to discuss each other much more explicitly. He told me that he couldn't wait to feel my tight hole I remarked on his wonderful pit hair, and he admitted that he loved musk and never wore deodorant. Right before I went in for a whiff, though, he confessed that he'd been in the pool and thus wasn't as musky as usual. I figured I could always get some later.

He knelt down and took my cock in his mouth; it was warm and soft and felt amazing on my hardening dick. I shivered and made eye contact with the yellow hanky bear in the sling; he smiled and continued to watch. Mike pulled off and told me that my precum was delicious and he couldn't wait to see my load. I sheepishly confessed that I'd already blown one about 30 minutes prior. The bear laughed and quipped something along the lines of "that's young guys for ya."

He dismounted from the sling and introduced himself as Byron. I quickly introduced myself to him and we went in for a kiss. Mike reached over and pulled Byron's jockstrap down, revealing a cut cock with a Prince Albert (smaller than Gabriel's but still big). Now Mike was trading off between our two cocks, with more of an emphasis on mine. He commented on the shape; I'm cut, with a prominent ridge partitioning the head from the 6" shaft. He said it felt great slipping down his throat.

He asked if I wanted to jump up onto the sling for some more full coverage service. I was happy to do so. I climbed up and slipped my feet through the stirrups. Though I was mostly naked, I still had my sneakers and socks on to move through the property. Mike took off these additions and held his nose to my toes for a second, savoring the sweat that I'd built up since I put them on this morning before leaving the house. He bent down to take my cock into his mouth again, and now I could feel his hand running up and down the spread-open cleft of my ass, still slick with the lube Gabriel had used on me. It felt wonderful and Mike moved his mouth down to my small round balls, fuzzy with blond hairs. With this escalation, Byron sidled up besides my sling and I leaned over to take his cock in my mouth. Mike let my balls pop out of his mouth to ask me how I liked Byron's pierced cock, and I bobbed my head on it a few more times before I let him know between gasps that it was fucking sexy.

Byron beamed at this; he was a sweetie, I could tell. I continued to suck as Mike moved even lower and I felt the lovely wet warmth of his tongue dancing on my sensitive hole. I'd already had the large dildo in for a while, so he could push the muscle a bit to go deeper. If the taste of Gabriel's lube was still in me, it didn't seem like Mike cared. He was carving at the sides of my cave with his tongue, bringing moans out of me. He continued to eat for a while and then firmly placed both hands on my ass and pushed slightly. I rocked back on the chains that held the sling in place, with Byron's cock falling out of my mouth. Upon swinging back, Mike's tongue was waiting to slide into me as deep as it could, and I came back to throat Byron's member. His balls smelled really nice, and although his kiss tasted of nothing but a clean mouth, I could tell he liked to keep his balls as musky as I did.

Mike ate me out for a couple of minutes but sure enough, my tight opening was still resistant to is probing mouth. I asked him if he could open me up with his cock and I saw his eyes light up. Last time I'd been here, I was recovering from an anal fissure so even though I caved and asked him to fuck me that time, he'd had to go pretty slow. This time, I was good to go. He slid in over a period of 10 seconds, during which Byron backed away to watch over Mike's shoulder. He was a good 6" taller than both Mike and me, and looked on with horny approval as Mike bottomed out. Byron began to push the sling, and Mike thrust with the rhythm. Pretty soon I was getting fucked and loving it, with an encouraging onlooker.

More than one onlooker, actually. I'd been tied up in the fuck and hadn't noticed a couple guys standing about 15 feet from us, both clothed. They were talking to each other but both turned in our direction so that they could watch while they caught up. I caught their eye and motioned one of them over between my moans. I saw one look to the other a little unsure, and decided that this probably wasn't my best effort at communication. In my defense, I had other stuff going on.

"Do you want a closer look?" I called out, and both guys smiled and walked over in response. Now they were directly behind me, watching from the opposite side as Mike and Byron. I was so turned on with so many people watching me getting fucked on this sling. What's more, two of them were fully clothed, adding to my CMNM fantasies. There was another large guy sitting on a bench with his fly open jerking his short cock as he watched us. I made it clear he was welcome, but he seemed happy where he was.

"Do you want a turn?"

I directed my attention back to the man inside me, who had just offered my hole up to Byron.

"Fuck yeah I do," was his response, as Mike pulled his cock out of me. He was probably a little over 5.5", which was pretty similar to what Byron was working with. The main difference I felt when the larger man pressed into me was the Prince Albert. It felt as if the metal was scraping against a mat of nerve endings in my hole, almost like a vibrator would.

Mike was still hard, and moved in front of my mouth so that I could suck on his cock. I hadn't had it in my mouth since last visit and it was as great as I remembered it. It's length doesn't choke me unless I press myself down hard, giving me a sexy kick when I needed it and letting me avoid it when the fucking was so overwhelming. His shaft was also thicker, which made it super hot to grip the base while I applied a vacuum seal to his cockhead. I could taste my ass on his cock; not a bad taste, but rather one I knew well from licking my finger to relubricate it after curling it up against my prostate. It added to my eagerness as I sucked him off, releasing full bodied moans from the man standing in front of me. I was getting into the rhythm when the two men switched again.

Our two spectators had moved on to check out other parts of the campground, and my hole was getting a bit tired from fucking. I told the guys and they agreed that we should shake things up. Mike asked if anyone felt like they needed to take a leak. I said I might be able to, and both men practically jumped in the tub. I turned to scale the steps to the porch area so I could stand above them. Near the shower area, I spotted a new daddy that was naked. He was talking to some of the guys on the couches. I took a glance at his cock and was pretty surprised; it wasn't very long, especially now as he was mostly soft. What I did notice that it was thick like a beer can, obviously weighty as it protruded from a closely trimmed bush and fell straight down. I flashed a look up to his eyes, but he wasn't looking in my direction. I walked past the open air shower and down the short corridor to the overhang; we waited here for a couple minutes for my stream to start, though I informed them I might be too pee shy. They said that was fine, we could just talk. If it happens, it happens.

We did exactly that and I wasn't able to go. I was forcing myself and activating my pelvic floor, which caused my fucked out hole to flex and I heard a splatter of lube behind me. I looked back and some gelatinous fluid had landed on the wooden deck. I was kind of embarrassed, but I was on the upper deck so the guys in the tub didn't see. I thought I was safe, when I met the glance of the daddy with the thick cock. He didn't break eye contact for a second, then turned from me and flicked the knob for the shower, washing his slightly sun-reddened muscular body in the low-pressure tap.

I turned back to the guys and continued to talk, flexing my pelvic muscles. This time, though, I reached behind myself and cupped my hand below my opening. More lube was pushed out, and I held it up to my face. It smelled of slightly sweet mucous and J-lube, exactly as it should. I tried for a few more minutes before informing my pals that, unfortunately, I didn't think we were in luck. They said this was fine and we all decided to head back to the pool to cool down. Mike was ready and went on ahead, leaving me and Byron in the playroom.

I turned and walked back the short corridor, and noticed that the daddy had just turned the water off. His cock had hardened and was about 5", still hanging low out of pure thickness. He dripped water, running rivulets from his round pecs down his tight abdomen, along the V-line and down his dick. He turned his whole body to face me as I walked towards him.

"Do you like my cock?"

Even in this setting, I was surprised by his dominance. He was muscular, even as his body had slightly aged and softened up some of his appearance. His demeanor held none of the same softness, which turned me on and contrasted the friendliness and casualty of Byron and Mike.

"Yeah, its very... thick," I responded dumbly, somewhat transfixed by his cock.

"Do you like thick cocks?"

This guy was blunt. His prick had begun to rise to stick out from his body, filling with blood.

"I am kind of tight... thick guys are a challenge, but I like a challenge."

I was trying to strike the right balance of sexy, in-the-moment hookup and genuinely expressing that no, I did not like thick dicks, they're fun to look at but a pain in practice. I always say, there are more talented bottoms that would appreciate that resource so much more.

"What about your mouth?"

"I'd love to try?"

"Good."

There were no spare words here. I knelt down as he stood in front of me feet shoulder's width apart, and licked at the head. I decided to do my best and spit on his cock; water doesn't make it slippery enough for a good BJ. I took his head in my mouth and it stretched my lips, but I moved in without my teeth scraping against him. It felt thicker than it looked, but I wasn't going to give this guy a half-assed treatment. I slid down so that my nose touched his pelvis. He made a small groan before placing his hand on the back of my head and pulling my face further onto him. I squinted my eyes closed as my nose dug into his short, slicked down pubic hairs. I wished this guy had made a move *before* his shower, but there was no time for that thought in the moment. I held myself down on him for as long as I could, swallowing two gags.

On the third, I felt like I couldn't go any longer without risking a mess, so I tapped him twice on the leg and he let up.

"That was good, you took it all."

"Yeah," I managed between breaths; a strand of my spit still hung between my mouth and his cockhead. I shifted down to lick at his balls, loving the feeling of soft skin and grown out hair. He seemed less pleased with this and moved his head in the direction of my mouth, signaling for me to keep blowing him.

I deepthroated him a few more times, taking breaks for shallower thrusts between. I could tell he was enjoying himself, even though he was not very verbal and didn't show much emotion on his face. It was as if he was absentmindedly watching a rerun of a TV show. Usually this vibe grossed me out from men I hooked up with, but in this setting it was very arousing. He didn't owe me anything; I was a skinny young guy that he wanted to fuck. I didn't *have* to do anything, and there were plenty of men on the campground who would be more than eager to be friends. But he had this thick cock, and he was in front of me, and he wanted it sucked. And, as it turns out, I wanted to suck it.

Eventually, though, the repeated choking was too much. I stood and said I thought that was as much as I could do for now. He asked if he could fuck me and I told him that later might be better. He seemed annoyed by this, which added to my horniness. He walked off, and I went down to retrieve my bag.

The larger voyeur was still there, still rubbing his cock, while I looked over and saw Byron sucking off another bear in a sling. This guy was probably in his mid 50's to Byron's 40's, and they both directed their attention towards me when I stepped down. I moved over to Byron's side to admire the bear's large ass and open gash. This guy's cleft was really deep, and his legs on the stirrups revealed a large long oval of sensitive pink flesh. At the center was his hole, small but slack. Byron moved over and I knelt down in front to inspect this new guy's opening. I took a few fingers and rubbed them up and down the sensitive patch, prodding a finger in slightly to test the elasticity. He gave way super easily, which made me think he would be very fun to rim.

After the consent questions, I began to lick long stripes up his ass. Luckily for me, he smelled and tasted very fresh, making it easy for me to linger over his delicate areas and apply pressure with my flattened tongue. He was very verbal, moaning and gyrating his body in delight. I darted my tongue at his hole and he reacted with a deep groan, urging me deeper. As I dug my tongue in, his hole easily parted and I was able to play with the first inch of his rectum. He was delighted, and the voyeur moved on the bench to get a closer look.

After rimming him for a while, I noticed Byron had climbed onto the adjacent sling. I smiled at him and shuffled over between them. I leaned over to give Byon's hole a long sniff before digging in. Byron was tighter, although much looser than I was. I was able to rim him easily and buried my face in his ass crack as deep as I could, starting a pendulum swing on the sling that slammed his ass back onto my waiting mouth.

I went back and forth for a while, but eventually the stickiness all over my body was starting to get to me. I told the guys I'd be going for a shower and then hit the pool. Byron got up to go to on ahead, but the other bear remained in his sling, ready to wait for another customer. I made my way up past the voyeur to the shower and turned the water on; it felt great, and I started to lather up with some body wash. I could feel the eyes on me and decided to take the most pornographic shower I could, bending over low to wash my feet and running my hands up my torso as much as I could. I ran a hand down the crack of my ass to wash off the remaining lube, and made a show of spreading wide so I could get every inch. I turned the water off and, given that it was a very windy day, decided to air dry for a few minutes before wiping down with my towel. I struck up conversation with the guy, who continued to stroke my dick as I let myself drip dry in the wind. He was a permanent resident at the campground and had a view right onto the playroom, though he decided to come in closer for a better vantage point. I told him that I loved being watched and he said that he loved watching me. By this point most of the moisture on me had wicked off and I quickly ran the towel over my feet before putting my socks and shoes back on. I gathered my things and finally left the playroom to take a break from my sexual endeavors.

I chose a nice lounge chair near the pool and surveyed the area. On my right was someone's stuff, and Byron was on my left. Mike was around talking to a few of his buddies. One of them had a small pink chastity cage on; he was a cub and I thought it looked pretty fitting. His boyfriend--the guy I sucked last time--was with him. A few guys had started to fill in the hot tub, and although I'm unsure if they were fully nude or not I got the impression that most of them were. The others might be in their speedos that I'd seen earlier, which is also pretty hot. Byron and I start up casual conversation about life and what brought us to this place. I was so overwhelmed by how much fun I was having, I told him that I didn't want to leave.

We were talking when I heard a voice behind me: "He says I'm too big."

I turn around to see Rick, just out of the hot tub. It was his bag that I had sat down next to, and he was looking at Byron expecting an answer. He hadn't even acknowledged me yet.

"I didn't say it was *too* big," I responded. "Just, really big."

"You took it all in your mouth."

"True," I say somewhat hesitantly, unsure of how to get out of this suddenly uncomfortable.

"I don't know, he's pretty tight," Byron chimed in. "I would know. I had him after he'd been fucked and it was still hard to get it in."

Rick's scowl shifted, understanding that this was probably actually the case and not that I was trying to blow him off. He gathered his things and went to go talk to another group of guys.

I thanked Byron for stepping in, but this got us to talking about sizes. I confessed that I'd never been much of a size queen, much happier with the 'boyfriend dick'. He said he was the same way for tops, but he loved using huge toys. I asked him a bit about them and he started telling me about a few that he had back at his trailer. Mike came over around this time to sit and talk with us, as we made an easy trio and our conversation from earlier flowed naturally. Byron told us that he'd actually loved toys so much that he recently invested in a fuck machine.

I jumped at this mention, as one of my very first exposures to more kinky gay sex was the studio ButtMachineBoys. Its a part of Kinkmen, so you can find those if you'd like. I want a subscription one day so I can view them, but alas, that's not in the budget at the moment.

I told Byron and Mike of this fantasy and Byron responded "well do you want to go see it?"

I almost thought he was pulling my leg. I didn't think that he would have it with him, but now I was dead set on getting on that fuck machine. I told Byron as much and he immediately started packing up his stuff. Mike didn't carry anything on him so he was good to go. We all made our way towards Byron's trailer, filled with horny excitement.

We walked into a decently sized trailer. In the back there was a full bathroom that you could walk right through to see the bed in the back. There was a long mirror mounted to the back wall just above the bed. Byron directed me to the bed and I assumed a doggy style position facing towards the front of the trailer. He slid a body pillow under my middle so I could take pressure off my arms if I wanted to and pulled out a device that looked like a small elliptical exercise machine, about 2 feet in length. A metal pole stuck out of one end, and Byron riffled through a bag of toys until he found one that had a matching prong sticking out of it's base. It was about 7" in length but not super thick. He attached the toy and plugged it in.

"Ready?"

"Hell yeah."

The head of the toy was inserted into me and I backed up on it as much as I could. I knew the angle was pretty precise so I had to keep my back pretty level. With a turn of the dial, the machine started its motion.

Unfortunately the dildo was at the maximum of its range, so upon turning on the dick was pulled out of me. We adjusted and started again, and almost immediately I felt it stimulating my prostate like no other fuck had done. The regularity of the thrusts made it feel very mechanical, which only added to the fantasy of the situation.

I looked back and could see my hole getting stretched out in the mirror from the long metal pole, ending in a beige facsimile of a large cock. It was even better than I pictured it. I wanted to get some evidence of this actually happening so I could remember it later. I turned to Mike and asked him if he could take a video and he was more than happy to. He held my phone up to my face as I continued to be fucked by the machine to unlock the device. He flipped the phone around and started taking pictures of my ass getting fucked by the machine.

As he switched over to video, Byron turned up the dial and the machine started to fuck me fast. This felt even better, stretching my hole over and over again on the beat. It must have been thrusting twice a second. I started to pant and whine as pleasure took over my brain. Byron added a vibrator at my taint, occasionally lowering it to my balls to see them jiggle like jelly. I was so turned on, and so filled with piss, that I thought I might start pissing right there on the body pillow. But, before that could happen, Byron turned the dial back down. Eventually it slowed to a stop and he pushed me off of the dildo. My hole gaped as wide as it could, but I was still relatively tight. He picked up another toy from his bag, a dildo with a larger diameter and a suction base. He reached into my hole, using two and then three fingers to explore my opened cave. He held the suction cup and lowered the dildo into my hole, letting gravity slide the fake cock into my opening. I was in heaven as he started pistoning in and out. I let my tongue fall out of my mouth and made small, dumb sounds as my prostate was fully massaged. He returned the machine to my hole and cranked the dial, keeping my stupid sounds coming.

We continued like this for a while, none of us ready to stop. Byron raised his arm so I could sniff and lick at his musky pit while I was machine-fucked. I had a robot reaming me, manstink in my face, a vibrator on my taint and a cameraman capturing the whole thing. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

Eventually my hole needed rest and we were ready to rejoin the rest of the naked men. I dismounted and we all revelled in the feeling of doing something so unbelievably sexy, you just have to pinch yourself to make sure it's not just highly immersive porn.

As we passed the playroom, Mike commented, "you know, I think I might have to piss."

Both Byron and I were excited by this. We entered and although a few guys were on the couches, they were just chatting. Byron layed down in the bathtub and Mike went up to the balcony overhang. I stayed below in front of the bathtub, my cock half-hard and willing myself to piss. Sadly, I still couldn't, but Mike had no such problem. His stream fell upon Byron's stomach, then moved up to his face as Byron opened and gulped down a mouthful of golden nectar. I stood there getting even harder. Mike saw this and shot his stream over to me, spraying my erection with his piss. I was about to jump into the tub myself, but I had white socks on and couldn't risk a little yellow giving away my day's activities to my family back home. Still, the piss on my hard dick felt great. Mike's stream died and he climbed down to join me in standing over Byron. Byron said he thought he had some in the tank as well, and started pissing as is. It flowed over his thighs and pubes. Mike leaned down and angled it towards him, making his hand into a cup and collecting some of Byron's piss load. He raised it to his mouth and drank it down. He turned to me and grabbed himself another cup, raising it to his mouth again. He leaned in and we made out over Byron, swapping his piss between the two of us. It dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin, soaking into my beard and dripping down onto Byron's face.

We were all very happy and now less horny, so decided to go over and hang out with Mike's friends for the bit of time I had left before I had to get going. As we walked, I remembered the jockstrap I had been wearing when I'd come here. I asked if either of them wanted a whiff of a week old jock, and they both said they'd be more than interested. I procured it from my shoulder bag and offered it to Mike. He inhaled deeply and remarked that it was amazing before holding it to his face like a gas mask again. He handed it to Byron, who repeated the process. I was so satisfied being completely naked walking past trailers with my two companions sniffing my ball sweat as we went along.

We all stood around naked on the porch of Mike's cabin waiting out the sudden appearance of rain. Byron found a seat, and made room for me on his knee. I sat down gingerly before he assured me that I wouldn't break him. I put my weight on him and allowed myself to be cuddled while we all discussed random things. He raised his arm and I leaned in to lick and sniff his pit, happy to clean him off again. I then brought up that Mike's pits were probably sweatier after all of our activities, and he invited me to see for myself. I huffed both of his pits and gave them a good clean over, before he did the same for me. The smell of a guy differs based on the person smelling it; pheromones, and all that. Mike and I must have been ideal genetic matches, because his scent was amazing to me and mine to him. He grabbed a yellow jockstrap from his bag and offered it to me to sniff; I inhaled, but it was not the organic, pubic musk I expected. This was a more floral, almost sweet smell.

He explained that it was the jock he had worn last night in the watersports tub. I was surprised; I'd never tried soaking clothing in piss before in my own kink exploration because the smell was always my least favorite thing about the kink. It calls to mind public bathrooms that I'd rather not venture into. But this was actually very mellow and lacked the acidic smell that usually made me queasy (for anyone without experience, the taste of piss in my experience is usually comparable to a strong chicken broth and is different than the smell). I made a mental note to explore this in the future.

He offered for me to take the jock home to huff, but I hesitated. He knew why: I wanted a jock that smelled like his balls. Instead of taking his jock, we agreed to wear one for each other for a while. We would rub it on our pits when they were sweaty and cum in the jock when we jerked off. Then we could put the jock in a ziploc and ship it to each other.

I never took Rick's cock, even though at multiple points I knew that I could. I joined him in the hot tub right before I left and moved up next to him. I rested my hand on his thigh under the water and he reached down, taking my hand and guiding it to his thick circumference. He kept my hand on his cock as he asked me questions about where I was from, what career I was in, who my father was (he and my dad worked in the same industry) and I was helpless to stop answering him. His masculine energy spoke louder than words, and I knew that I wanted to answer honestly. Before I got out of the tub, he gave me his last name. I've since looked him up and found his contact, so I guess the ball is in my court. We'll see if I'm horny enough to make a drive to go serve that monster.

I'm very glad to have met Mike and all of the other guys, and I look forward to receiving his jock in the mail. I've already started on his by writing all of this with it on.

Hope you enjoyed the read!