nurseboy269
Slut
I live about 1.5 hours from a all male, clothing-optional campground in southern Missouri. I try to get there about once a year. Mostly, I go because I love to be naked. Nothing as freeing as walking around the woods, etc with only your shoes, a walking stick and a pack with your beer; very liberating.
I went last year in late May, early June for a few days just to get away. It was the weekend, but not very busy for that time of the year. I spent most of the first day down by the pool just getting some sun, and enjoying a few drinks. It was getting close to evening time, and I headed back to the cabin to grab some things and off to the shower before I made something to eat. They have a great shower there. Outdoors surrounded by a small block wall that dipped down in certain areas to merely a half wall.
I drove up to the showers, and as I got out of my car, I could hear rather wild moans coming from behind the wall. As I entered the showers and rounded the corner, I saw two older men...one down on all fours groaning and thrusting about as the second was kneeling down behind him, fucking him for all he was worth. I have to say, I have a crazy attraction and fetish for older men. Some of the most beautiful men that I have ever seen are over the age of 50 (not that I do not find younger hot as well, but I just prefer older men. The top was gorgeous. Fit, but not really muscular, tanned skin and a full head of white hair.
I headed over to one of the shower heads and turned on the water. As I stood under the shower, I kept my eyes on the men...I actually couldn't take my eyes off of them, especially the top. "Turned on" was a serious understatement for what I was feeling. I turned away from the men as I felt my dick becoming hard. I continued my shower, trying not to think about my state of arousal...not an easy task I can assure you.
As I stood under the water...I didn't hear the men finish. As I lathered my hair I felt a strong body press against my back followed by a large hand wrap around by chest and moving down my stomach, grabbing a hold of my still hard dick. I felt his facial hair moving across my ear as he whispered into my ear, "I hope you liked watching me fuck him, it really turned me on seeing your dick get hard." I turned around to see the top standing there. He was hotter than I realized. The only response I could muster was, "uh huh."
He turned on the water of the shower head next to me and stepped under the steamy water and began to wash his body. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. As I has said, he really wasn't muscular, but he was in shape. Tight body, smooth, clean shaven with the exception of a nicely trimmed gray goatee. His cock was still semi-erect. Not fully hard, it was still impressive. It seemed to arch out from his groin, thick with large veins running down the shaft. He was uncut and his foreskin only covered about half of his huge head. His balls were large and hung down beneath his dick; perfect as far as I was concerned. I forgot about finishing my shower as I stood there watching him cleanse his body, rubbing soap across his chest, letting the suds roll down his abdomen before spilling across his cock. He saw me watching him, I could help it. He just gave me a little grin as he finished washing his body.
He finished his shower and again joined me under the water of mine. "Let me help you there," he almost whispered as he grabbed my liquid soap, pouring into his hand and working it into a lather. He reached down to my dick and began to wash me. Gripping onto my erection as we worked his hand up and down the length of my dick. He paid close attention to balls and then ran his hand under them, between my legs and lathered my ass, tickling my hole with his middle finger. He guided me back under the water, rinsing all the soap from my body.
He knelt down in front of me, still under the water, cupping my balls into his hand and taking my dick into his mouth. His mouth was so warm, sucking me into him tight as he worked his tongue along my shaft. I let out a moan as he worked his mouth over my hard cock and taking his free hand, began to finger my puckering arse hole, never releasing me from his mouth. I felt my knees begin to get weak, and grabbed onto the walls of the shower the best I could, trying not to buckle and fall down right there.
After an eternity, he slowing withdrew my cock from his mouth, and stood before me. He wrapped his large arms around my body, pulling me into his. He started to kiss me, small pecks at first, then more forceful, more passionate. His tongue pushed through my lips. I open my mouth to let him in. His tongue explored my mouth, my tongue...I began to get weak in the knees again. I guess he sense this, as he gripped me tighter with his arms, pulling me even closer into him.
As he withdrew his tongue from my mouth, he continued to hold me tight as he worked his mouth over my neck, nibbling, and softly sucking on my skin. I was breathing hard. I was light headed. I was feeling more pleasure than I had in some time. He moved us to a section of the shower wall that dipped down to a height that was a little taller than my waist. He turned me around and leaned me forward on the ledge of the wall. He gripped my body as he ran his tongue down my back, stopping here and there to kiss and nibble on my skin.
As he tongue approached the top of my arse, he pulled his hands from my chest and firmly gripped onto each of my arse cheeks. His hands pulled my arse part, exposing my quivering hole as he massaged it with his thumbs. I felt the warmth of his tongue as it began to poke at my arse. Sharp dives into my hole followed by passionate licking and exploration by his tongue. He buried his face in my arse and began working my hole with his whole mouth and tongue. I have had my arse licked before, but nothing compared to what was happening to me at this point. The weight of my body rested more and more onto the ledge of the wall as I become near unable to support by weight any longer.
I felt him stand up behind me, positioning his mouth at my ear, and whispering, "can I fuck you?" Now the area I live in is suffering from a top drought. The market is flooded with bottoms. While I consider myself versatile, I have pretty solely been a top. It had been years since I bottomed. I was scared as hell by the sheer size of his cock, but was too far removed from thinking of that. I knew it would hurt like hell, but I realized, at that moment in time, I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me. I wanted to give this 'daddy' my arse. "Yeah" I managed to say between my heavy panting. He walked over to his bag that was just outside4 the shower area, and pulled out a condom. I watched over my shoulder as he opened the wrapper, took at the red colored condom, and unrolled it down the length of his shaft. He approached me still leaning against the little half wall and knelt down to give my hole another once over with his tongue to lubricate it.
He stood, bracing one hand on the middle of my back, as he used his other to guide his cock head to my waiting hole. He paused briefly before slowly pushing past my sphincter, and burying his cock inside of me. My arse was on fife. I felt the waves of burning pain course down my legs, up my back, and into my gut. I am not usually a nose maker during sex. I still feel great pleasure, but have never really been vocal about it. That is, until this moment. I let out a groin that certainly let half the campground know what was going on inside the shower. I couldn't help it. The noise rumbled from me like never before. He was obviously an experience top, and could tell that I was having some pain. He waited several moments, stopped with his cock buried deep inside me, allowing me time to accommodate his size. I felt his balls resting on my arse. It didn't take long before the pain converted to a deep feeling of lustful pleasure. I moaned out to me, "please fuck me." He left his one hand braced against the mid of my back, and wrapped his other strong arm around me, pulling my body back, deeper, onto him. I let out another moan as be began to withdraw his cock from me. He stopped short of allowing the head to come out, before he paused and began the forward thrust again. He, at first, slowly fuck me. Pulling almost the entire length of his cock from my arse, before thrusting back inside me.
Before long, the speed of his thrust began to pick up. He fuck me faster with each thrust until he was at a comfortable rate. Each thrust was deep. I felt his large balls slap my own balls as he continue to thrust deep in me. I was moaning uncontrollably at this time. I could care less who heard me. There was no way, even if I wanted, to quite myself. I lost all sense of time. For all I knew, he fucked me for an hour. His panting became louder and quicker. He grabbed around my waist with both hands, pulling me deeper onto his cock then I knew possible. He gave one final thrust before locking us into this position with his strong arms. I felt his massive warm load explode into the condom buried far inside me. He maintained our "locked" position for several minutes before withdrawing his cock from me. He stood me up and turned me around to face him. I was too weak in my legs to support my own weight. He held me tight in his arms, kissing me deeply until I gathered enough strength to stand on my own.
We washed each other off, under the hot water of the shower. He kissed me again, telling me he would love to meet up with me again before either of us left the camp grounds. He headed off to his tent site, as I finished washing myself off in the shower. I grabbed my towel and headed back to my car. As I opened my car door, I was approached my two men. They told me they were staying in the "bunk house" in a room that overlooked the shower. "We watched the whole thing. You're an amazing bottom and took that fucking real good". I smiled, thanked them, and got into my car. The fucking I just received was certainly one of the hottest experiences of my life, but knowing that I was being watched as my hot daddy fucked me for all I was worth, made the experience that much more of a turn on. My attraction for older men grew stronger, as I also realized, I had a new found fetish for being watched.
This is a true story that happened to me at a campground described above. I found out the top's name was John, and we did met up again that night, but that is another story.
I went last year in late May, early June for a few days just to get away. It was the weekend, but not very busy for that time of the year. I spent most of the first day down by the pool just getting some sun, and enjoying a few drinks. It was getting close to evening time, and I headed back to the cabin to grab some things and off to the shower before I made something to eat. They have a great shower there. Outdoors surrounded by a small block wall that dipped down in certain areas to merely a half wall.
I drove up to the showers, and as I got out of my car, I could hear rather wild moans coming from behind the wall. As I entered the showers and rounded the corner, I saw two older men...one down on all fours groaning and thrusting about as the second was kneeling down behind him, fucking him for all he was worth. I have to say, I have a crazy attraction and fetish for older men. Some of the most beautiful men that I have ever seen are over the age of 50 (not that I do not find younger hot as well, but I just prefer older men. The top was gorgeous. Fit, but not really muscular, tanned skin and a full head of white hair.
I headed over to one of the shower heads and turned on the water. As I stood under the shower, I kept my eyes on the men...I actually couldn't take my eyes off of them, especially the top. "Turned on" was a serious understatement for what I was feeling. I turned away from the men as I felt my dick becoming hard. I continued my shower, trying not to think about my state of arousal...not an easy task I can assure you.
As I stood under the water...I didn't hear the men finish. As I lathered my hair I felt a strong body press against my back followed by a large hand wrap around by chest and moving down my stomach, grabbing a hold of my still hard dick. I felt his facial hair moving across my ear as he whispered into my ear, "I hope you liked watching me fuck him, it really turned me on seeing your dick get hard." I turned around to see the top standing there. He was hotter than I realized. The only response I could muster was, "uh huh."
He turned on the water of the shower head next to me and stepped under the steamy water and began to wash his body. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. As I has said, he really wasn't muscular, but he was in shape. Tight body, smooth, clean shaven with the exception of a nicely trimmed gray goatee. His cock was still semi-erect. Not fully hard, it was still impressive. It seemed to arch out from his groin, thick with large veins running down the shaft. He was uncut and his foreskin only covered about half of his huge head. His balls were large and hung down beneath his dick; perfect as far as I was concerned. I forgot about finishing my shower as I stood there watching him cleanse his body, rubbing soap across his chest, letting the suds roll down his abdomen before spilling across his cock. He saw me watching him, I could help it. He just gave me a little grin as he finished washing his body.
He finished his shower and again joined me under the water of mine. "Let me help you there," he almost whispered as he grabbed my liquid soap, pouring into his hand and working it into a lather. He reached down to my dick and began to wash me. Gripping onto my erection as we worked his hand up and down the length of my dick. He paid close attention to balls and then ran his hand under them, between my legs and lathered my ass, tickling my hole with his middle finger. He guided me back under the water, rinsing all the soap from my body.
He knelt down in front of me, still under the water, cupping my balls into his hand and taking my dick into his mouth. His mouth was so warm, sucking me into him tight as he worked his tongue along my shaft. I let out a moan as he worked his mouth over my hard cock and taking his free hand, began to finger my puckering arse hole, never releasing me from his mouth. I felt my knees begin to get weak, and grabbed onto the walls of the shower the best I could, trying not to buckle and fall down right there.
After an eternity, he slowing withdrew my cock from his mouth, and stood before me. He wrapped his large arms around my body, pulling me into his. He started to kiss me, small pecks at first, then more forceful, more passionate. His tongue pushed through my lips. I open my mouth to let him in. His tongue explored my mouth, my tongue...I began to get weak in the knees again. I guess he sense this, as he gripped me tighter with his arms, pulling me even closer into him.
As he withdrew his tongue from my mouth, he continued to hold me tight as he worked his mouth over my neck, nibbling, and softly sucking on my skin. I was breathing hard. I was light headed. I was feeling more pleasure than I had in some time. He moved us to a section of the shower wall that dipped down to a height that was a little taller than my waist. He turned me around and leaned me forward on the ledge of the wall. He gripped my body as he ran his tongue down my back, stopping here and there to kiss and nibble on my skin.
As he tongue approached the top of my arse, he pulled his hands from my chest and firmly gripped onto each of my arse cheeks. His hands pulled my arse part, exposing my quivering hole as he massaged it with his thumbs. I felt the warmth of his tongue as it began to poke at my arse. Sharp dives into my hole followed by passionate licking and exploration by his tongue. He buried his face in my arse and began working my hole with his whole mouth and tongue. I have had my arse licked before, but nothing compared to what was happening to me at this point. The weight of my body rested more and more onto the ledge of the wall as I become near unable to support by weight any longer.
I felt him stand up behind me, positioning his mouth at my ear, and whispering, "can I fuck you?" Now the area I live in is suffering from a top drought. The market is flooded with bottoms. While I consider myself versatile, I have pretty solely been a top. It had been years since I bottomed. I was scared as hell by the sheer size of his cock, but was too far removed from thinking of that. I knew it would hurt like hell, but I realized, at that moment in time, I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me. I wanted to give this 'daddy' my arse. "Yeah" I managed to say between my heavy panting. He walked over to his bag that was just outside4 the shower area, and pulled out a condom. I watched over my shoulder as he opened the wrapper, took at the red colored condom, and unrolled it down the length of his shaft. He approached me still leaning against the little half wall and knelt down to give my hole another once over with his tongue to lubricate it.
He stood, bracing one hand on the middle of my back, as he used his other to guide his cock head to my waiting hole. He paused briefly before slowly pushing past my sphincter, and burying his cock inside of me. My arse was on fife. I felt the waves of burning pain course down my legs, up my back, and into my gut. I am not usually a nose maker during sex. I still feel great pleasure, but have never really been vocal about it. That is, until this moment. I let out a groin that certainly let half the campground know what was going on inside the shower. I couldn't help it. The noise rumbled from me like never before. He was obviously an experience top, and could tell that I was having some pain. He waited several moments, stopped with his cock buried deep inside me, allowing me time to accommodate his size. I felt his balls resting on my arse. It didn't take long before the pain converted to a deep feeling of lustful pleasure. I moaned out to me, "please fuck me." He left his one hand braced against the mid of my back, and wrapped his other strong arm around me, pulling my body back, deeper, onto him. I let out another moan as be began to withdraw his cock from me. He stopped short of allowing the head to come out, before he paused and began the forward thrust again. He, at first, slowly fuck me. Pulling almost the entire length of his cock from my arse, before thrusting back inside me.
Before long, the speed of his thrust began to pick up. He fuck me faster with each thrust until he was at a comfortable rate. Each thrust was deep. I felt his large balls slap my own balls as he continue to thrust deep in me. I was moaning uncontrollably at this time. I could care less who heard me. There was no way, even if I wanted, to quite myself. I lost all sense of time. For all I knew, he fucked me for an hour. His panting became louder and quicker. He grabbed around my waist with both hands, pulling me deeper onto his cock then I knew possible. He gave one final thrust before locking us into this position with his strong arms. I felt his massive warm load explode into the condom buried far inside me. He maintained our "locked" position for several minutes before withdrawing his cock from me. He stood me up and turned me around to face him. I was too weak in my legs to support my own weight. He held me tight in his arms, kissing me deeply until I gathered enough strength to stand on my own.
We washed each other off, under the hot water of the shower. He kissed me again, telling me he would love to meet up with me again before either of us left the camp grounds. He headed off to his tent site, as I finished washing myself off in the shower. I grabbed my towel and headed back to my car. As I opened my car door, I was approached my two men. They told me they were staying in the "bunk house" in a room that overlooked the shower. "We watched the whole thing. You're an amazing bottom and took that fucking real good". I smiled, thanked them, and got into my car. The fucking I just received was certainly one of the hottest experiences of my life, but knowing that I was being watched as my hot daddy fucked me for all I was worth, made the experience that much more of a turn on. My attraction for older men grew stronger, as I also realized, I had a new found fetish for being watched.
This is a true story that happened to me at a campground described above. I found out the top's name was John, and we did met up again that night, but that is another story.
