Stories of sexual encounters while camping have always appealed to me, so decided to write one. Hope you like it.
When I reached my mid-40s, I had a good job, and was in good financial shape. Having a love of the outdoors, I decided to buy a camping trailer, and found a good deal on a used one in excellent condition. When the Labor Day weekend rolled around, I was off to a popular campground an hour away. Upon arriving, I checked in at the office, paid for a spot and hookups, and set out to find it. After winding around on the campground roads, I finally found my spot, and backed my camper onto the concrete slab. While I was puttering around, getting the camper leveled and the water and electricity hooked up, I glanced around at the neighbors. My spot was tucked in a corner of the campground, so my neighbors were set several yards away from me on each side, with trees between us. On one side was an elderly couple in a small camper that was old, but well-kept. On the other was a tiny pop-up camper, with no one around it. Just beyond it was a much bigger rig, and there was a large family around a picnic table. Hoping the big group wouldn't be too loud, I finished my chores, unfolded a camp chair, and sat down with a beer to relax.
The late summer weather was perfect, and I was well into my second beer when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and turned to see who it was. A young man, probably in his 20s, was walking around the pop-up camper. Seeing me, he waved, then started in on raising the upper section of the camper. I watching him for a few minutes, and it was obvious he was having trouble, so I hoisted myself out of my chair and wandered over to offer my help. He was very happy for the assist, and with one of us on each side, we lifted the top into position. Once that was done, I made my way back, and plopped down into my chair again. The young guy continued to get his site in order, and as I watched him move around, noticed that he was very good looking. At this point, I should point out that I am a gay man, having come to terms with my attraction to men as a teenager. Over the years, I had a number of partners, and a few relationships, but at present I was single. I'm 5-10, and lean and hard from my construction job. Still have my hair, although it's getting some gray in it both on my head and around my cock. Black hair, gray eyes, my partners have always said I'm hot. Don't know about that, but I like the compliment.
My neighbor was of similar build, but with blond hair. As he walked over carrying a cooler, I felt my cock stir as my eyes roamed over his body, taking in the light colored fuzz on his bare chest, with nicely muscled legs under his shorts. When he bent over to set down the cooler, I wondered if his tight round ass looked as good bare as it did under his shorts. When he stood up, he wiped his forehead, and turned around.
"You look like you could use a beer." I said, holding mine up.
"Yeah, thanks, that sounds great." he walked over, dragging a camp chair. He sat it down across from me, and lowered himself into it. I pulled a beer from my cooler, and held it out to him. He popped of the tab, and took a,long pull, then held the cn against his forehead. "Oh yeah, that's good and cold."
"Only way to drink beer in my opinion. Where are you from?" I asked.
"A little town north of here. I'm home for the long weekend, then back to college. My family likes to camp, but when you add my cousins, it gets crowded, so I pull this old thing along. I like it, and I get some privacy too." He took another swig. He was a friendly guy, and we chatted for almost an hour. I was getting some mixed signals from him. He was single, didn't say anything about girls, but wasn't effeminate at all. I was mulling around how to turn the conversation to a topic where I could get a better feel, when a voice from the other side of his camper called for him.
"Sounds like it's time to eat. Want to join us?" he asked.
"Thanks for the offer, but I have a steak thawed. Feel free to come back later, though, and we can continue the conversation."
He stood up. "Okay, I might just do that." He gave me a big smile, and left. I went to work, getting charcoal started, and thinking about how this might play out. I wasn't sure at all that a good looking college guy would be interested in an older guy, but you could never tell. I put a baked potato over the coals for a few minutes, then grilled my steak. Still drawing a blank on how to draw him out on his sexuality, I finally gave up, and enjoyed my meal. After cleaning up, I noticed it was getting dark, so turned on a camp light and sat down with another beer. I must have dozed off, because I didn't hear him until he spoke.
"Oh sorry, I didn't realize you were asleep." He turned to walk away.
"Nope, you're fine, want a beer?" I stood up and stretched.
"Sure, I'll have one. Say, what kind of job do you have? You're in really good shape."
"I work construction." I said, handing him a can. "You mean I look good for an older guy?" I grinned at him, curious what he would say.
"No, I mean you just look good, like you get a lot of exercise."
"Well thanks, I appreciate that. Especially since you're a good looking guy yourself." I let that hang in the air for a minute.
He hesitated, then smiled and took a drink. Looking at me, he said "Thanks, I'm a swimmer." Then he started talking about his college swim team. I was disappointed, hoping for a little more of a response, but I smiled and listened. He was still just in shorts and sandals, and was just a very hot guy. I felt my cock starting to swell, and made no effort to turn my thoughts. Maybe the beer was loosening me up? He stopped talking to take a drink, and I caught him glancing at the bulge in my shorts, then quickly looking away.
"Wow, I've been yakking too much, sorry."
"Nah, you're fine." I said with a chuckle. He shuffled his feet, like he had something to say, then looked up at me.
"So, you're here by yourself. Do you have any family?" he asked. I sensed this might be leading to the opening I was hoping for.
"Nope,I'm single, have been all my life." He nodded, and sipped at his beer.
"No girlfriend?" There it was. I hesitated for a second, then decided to go all in. if I was reading this wrong, well, the worst would be he'd walk away.
"Nope, no girlfriend. Actually, I'm into guys." I said this as casually as I could, but inside I was excited as hell, waiting to see how he'd react.
"Oh, really? That's cool." He was playing casual too. I pressed the issue.
"Yeah, so how about you?" I asked. I was afraid he might freak out and bolt, but he didn't, just stood there and looked off into space. Then, he took another drink, and looked right at me.
"Well, I'm struggling with that." he said. I nodded, I had encountered this before.
"By that, you mean you might be attracted to men, but you're afraid to act on it? I asked. His expression changed, all pretense at cool indifference gone. Now looked hesitant, almost fearful.
