Solo Camping Trip - First Night - Part 1

To recap a bit: 

Once settled in at the camp site I decided to go for a hike. During the hike I did see some great looking guys but all with families. This one really caught my attention, he was in his mid 30’s, about 6’3” and fit. When I went to take a shower that evening around 7:30 he bumped into me while getting out of the shower stall. Then I hear this familiar sound from his phone and his eye just came wide open and I could tell in his mind he was saying, “OH SHIT,” and while struggling to take his phone to silence it before it happened again, he dropped his dirty clothes on the floor and what do I see on top of everything but a bright orange jockstrap.

Now back to the story:

When I saw his bright orange jockstrap, I got a big smile on my face and looked right at him. He was red as a tomato from embarrassment. First his phone got a message from the hookup app, then his jockstrap on the floor. I said, "Love the jockstrap, looks almost like mine," and I reached down to my shorts waistband and pulled them down to show what I had on, a bright orange one also. At that point my eyes caught the bulge in his gym shorts, they were not as tight as the ones he had in the trails, but obviously he was commando, and I could make out the shape of his mushroom head. That confirmed that he was about 7" soft, or at this point, semi. Now I was starting to feel my cock grow and getting a semi. Thank God I still had my jockstrap on to keep it from being too obvious. Me showing him my waistband did help with the tension and brought us back to normal locker room sentiment.

With everything happening we almost forgot we were in a public washroom and as he bent down to pick up his clothes, a dad came in with his son to take a shower. They took the first one just at the entrance. I leaned over to Paul and whispered in his ear, “You smell dirty, I think you need another shower.” I then turned around and took the last shower that was the large handicapped stall and the only one that for some odd reason you could not see under the door or walls. I got in and left the door open for Paul to join.

My heart was beating so hard in anticipation of Paul walking into the shower. I pulled my shorts off and felt these two hands squeeze my ass. Paul followed and closed the door. I turned around with my huge smile and started to kiss him. Just like I figured, I put my hands on his shorts waistband to pull them down and there he was commando and by this time rock hard. My hand on his cock, rubbing up and down the shaft, kissing him with both tongues locked together. He reached and turned on the shower to let other people know it was taken. We then took both of our t-shirts off and got under the running hot water, still kissing and then he had his hand on my rock-hard cock. We both were so horny from the events of the day and the fact we were both into each other like this, it did not take long for both of us to squirt our huge loads onto each other's cocks. We just continued kissing and enjoying this magical moment. Since he had already taken his shower, he moved out to dry and let me wash myself. He just stood there and watched me.

Once we both got dried up and dressed, we opened the door slowly to make sure no one else was in the hall and got out. I stopped at the sink to shave and Paul made his way out of the washroom. I yelled, "Hey Paul, how about you come over for some smores later, I will start the fire once I'm done here." His reply was, "Sure, what site are you at?" I told him, "Site 69 in about 30 min," he just started laughing and said, "Perfect, just perfect," and continued laughing while exiting the washroom. I finished up shaving and suddenly realized that I was also commando just like Paul in my black gym shorts. The sun had already started to go down by then and I had black gym shorts on, so even with a pretty good semi, it wasn't too visible.

I got to my campsite, put my dirty clothes and towels in the camper and got the wood out. I started the fire and took two chairs out and put them around the fire pit. At that point, Paul arrived and said, "Great site number, did you request it or just happened to be given to you?" I replied, "I requested it, not only because of the number, but because of the privacy this site has." You see this was not your normal square campsite.  It had a driveway that curved to the left onto a bigger opening behind trees. You could not see the road from the RV or fire pit, you really had to walk in to see us.

I told Paul to sit down and asked if he wanted a beer. He replied, "Actually I have my own drink mix here. With my sister and her husband bickering that much, I needed something with a bit more alcohol than beer. You want to try?" I told him I would like to try but would drink one beer first, just to start the buzz on the low side.

Since we had just made out in the shower, the huge sexual tension was still there but not as important. We sat at the campfire enjoying our drinks and just talked. For the first half hour, he opened up to me and gave his life story about how he figured out he was gay. I came to find out he was not in his mid 30's, he was 28, just 10 years older than me. He had girlfriends in high school and only once he hit college it was that he started to explore with guys and his inner feelings that he had bottled up deep inside him. He gad just broken up with his boyfriend of about 5 years. He cheated on Paul with multiple other partners during the 5 year span and Paul had just found out about what he was doing. I then opened up to him about my journey and admitted to him that I was gay, that he was the first person that I told out loud, not even my brother or parents. Like everyone, society took a toll on my life and that shower was the first time I had ever touched another man's cock.

After a couple of drinks around the firepit and with the conversation we were having, my cock started to grow again. I turned around to look at Paul and notice his throbbing cock through his shorts. I got up and asked if he wanted another drink. He replied, “Sure, I will take you up on that beer if you still have some left? I think I made these drinks a bit stronger than expected.” All this time we did not even have smores yet. I got two beers out of the cooler and got back to the firepit. I stood in front of Paul, my fully erect cock in my sorts looking straight at him, gave him his beer then asked, “Do you like to roast sausages on the fire?”

Hope you like what’s happening with me and Paul, come back for part 2 of the first night.