Meeting Tom : Part 1

I pulled my motorcycle off the highway and headed down the gravel road. The sign, while small, was exactly the spot I was looking for on my 10-day ride-and-camp trip.
The Hills was a gay campsite featuring more than 300 acres of woods, fields and 6 miles of hiking trails. This was the fourth day of my road trip and the first gay campsite I found.

I crested a small hill on the gravel road and the campgrounds opened up in front of me. To the left were several RV campsites with trailers and recreational vehicles already in place, to the right was a decent sized lake, but nothing a powerboat would be on. The sign for check-in guided me straight ahead to a one story log cabin with extra long front porch. I pulled up and got off the bike. After the last 200 miles and now a thousand into my trip, my ass hurt.

I looked around and there wasn’t much activity. Music was playing off in the distance, and there was a lawnmower at work somewhere. Two cars were in the parking lot and nothing was moving in the RV area. It was, however, a Tuesday, and I didn’t expect much, but I did expect something.

I set my helmet on the bike and went inside the log building. The décor was rustic and a counter was in the left end of a rather large dining room. The sign above the counter said “check-in here.”
No one was around so I ran a bell on the counter and a very slim male around 20 or so emerged from behind a saloon-type set of doors.

He was blonde, 20ish and very feminine.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“Just looking for a campsite for one night. I prefer one primitive where I can pitch my tent, oh and I was hoping there is a pool to help wash away the road dust and maybe a bar to quench the road dust,” I said with a smile, hoping to get at least a flirt out the young man.

Nothing.

“We have a site on the west side. You’ll like it. Each site has a fire pit, and there is a trail to the pool. Bathroom is nearby with showers, and facilities. You have your choice…pick a number one through 12. Nobody is here right now, so all sites are open.
“Great,” I thought. I rode specifically here to come to a gay campsite for maybe a hookup in the woods and I am here with no one but this kid who is not even remotely interested in me.
“I’ll take seven…my lucky number.”

He slid me some paperwork to fill out with typical stuff … name, vehicle, and address.
“The cantina is out the door to the left. They sell cold beverages, but no alcohol. It’s open now until 6 p.m.,” he said.
“Double great,” I thought.

With registration complete, he handed me a map with my site marked. A red box was around the area of the office, cantina and parking lot.
“What’s with the red area?” I asked.
“It’s not clothing optional. The rest of the park is clothing optional. The boundaries are marked in the woods very clearly, and everything else… pool, campsites, trails, lake, boathouse or sundeck is all clothing optional.”

I thanked him and went outside and got back on the bike. I headed down another small gravel road that indicated primitive camping. The road looped around, but I found old lucky number seven with no problem…and didn’t see a soul on the short trip getting there. The music could no longer be heard and the lawnmower had quit. It was nothing but a few bird chirps to be heard.

I took my gear off the bike and set up my tent, rolled out the sleeping bag and set my few cooking items on the picnic table.
I decided “what the hell” and stripped down to nothing. I threw on a pair of trail sandals and it felt good to be out of the riding leather and boots. I looked at the map and decided to head out for a dip in the pool.

Again, I had the place to myself. No one … anywhere. An hour in the pool by myself and I decided to head down one of the hiking trails … still buck-naked. It felt really good having never done anything like this before.
I walked along and came to a clearing with a bench that overlooked a second lake…or more of a pond. It was the perfect place to catch some sun. I sat down and time just seemed to no longer matter.
I might have sat there for an hour, or it might have been 15 minutes. I couldn’t tell, but suddenly a voice brought me out of my trance.
“Great location, huh?”

Startled, I looked around to see a tall man standing by the side of the bench. He was at least 6 feet or more tall and big. Not fat, but his biceps were the size of my thighs. Slightly balding, but with a deep tan, I put him at least 20 years my senior, probably 60 years old. He wore a light tan shirt and a pair of brown shorts with hiking boots.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked. “I’m Tom and I have that first RV when you come in. Got here last night and this is the first I have been out to see the woods. Looks like we have the place to ourselves.”
“It does. Please, have a seat. My name is Brad. I was beginning to wonder if anyone besides that clerk was here,” I said.

I could tell that Tom was checking me out. Here I sat, totally naked and this guy just wanders up. I couldn’t exactly excuse myself and I had nothing to cover up with, so I figured he could have the show.
Breaking the ice, I blurted out the first stupid thing that came into my head.

“It’s clothing optional, so I opted to go optional,” I said like a schoolgirl.
Tom laughed and said it was all right…he didn’t mind at all.
“Maybe I should join you,” he said dropping his shorts and pulling off his shirt.

I couldn’t help but look, but Tom was built. For an older guy he was no flab and tan from head to toe. His chest was covered in thick black hair with a wisp of grey now and then for character. I couldn’t stop myself from giving him the elevator eyes. He was built and hot for an older guy.
“Go ahead and look,” he said. “I don’t mind.”

He stepped in front of the bench looking out across the pond. His body was like a wedge. No hint of love handles and the muscles on his legs were well defined. For an older guy, he had the ass of a 20 year old — tight and firm.

When he turned toward the bench, I got the full view of his cock. It was massive. Hanging limp it was easily eight inches long, thick as a sausage and cut. His balls were equally large making the sight even more impressive. At eye-level I was staring at the largest set of cock and balls I had ever seen in my life.

Giving his cock a shake, he looked me in the eye and could tell I was just completely blown away by his looks and cock, and that I wanted it.
“Like it? Had it all my life,” he said with a laugh. “Yours isn’t too bad either. I like that shaved look.”

I looked back from his deep blue eyes to that magnificent cock and he stepped even closer to me. I could tell his cock was beginning to become erect and for the first time, realized that I, too, was becoming erect looking at his manhood.
“Go ahead, you want to,” Tom said. “Go ahead and touch it.”

I sat up straight from my former leaning back and soaking up the sun position and Tom stepped over my legs so that now he straddled my legs. His cock was eye level and now completely erect and at least 9 inches in length. The pink head seemed to grow in size before my eyes.
“If I am going too fast, I can slow down … or leave,” Tom said in almost a whisper.
“No,” I muttered reaching out and cupping his balls with my hand.

With my other hand on his firm ass, I pulled him closer to me.
“I’ve never done this outside before,” I whispered. “If someone comes.”
“If someone cums?” Tom said with an evil laugh, “It’s going to be me…and we’ll give them a show.”

With that, he put a hand on the back of my head and pulled me forward. I opened my mouth and let him shove the head of his cock into my waiting mouth. With one hand massaging his tightening balls, I began to stroke the base of his cock with the other, all the while sucking on the pink head.

He was firm, really firm, yet the head of his cock had almost a rubber like feel to it. I traced the rim of his cock’s head with my tongue, hitting a nerve spot on the bottom side and Tom let out a low moan.
“Damn, that feels good,” he said. “Suck it. Suck it good, boy.”

I continued to stroke his massive cock and had to switch hands. Tom had both of his hands on my shoulders, massaging them with his big hands.

I picked up the tempo on my strokes and started to match each stroke with a lap of my tongue up and down his shaft with each lap ending with me putting the entire head back into my mouth and sucking hard.
“Oh geez,” Tom muttered. “This is great. You’re one hot cocksucker, Brad. Suck me, boy, suck me.”

Tom then put both of his hands on the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth. At first I wasn’t relaxed enough and gagged, but Tom pulled out and I caught my breath and then he returned his cock to my eagerly awaiting mouth.
With both hands on his cock’s shaft at the base, I could feel his balls begin to tighten. We both sped up, as I stroked him faster and he pushed and pulled his cock from my head faster and faster.

I dropped my right hand down to my own rock-hard cock and began to jack myself off, when Tom began a series of fast moans and loud grunts.
“Oh man, I am cumming,” he exclaimed.

In an instant, I felt his hot, salty cum hit the back of my mouth. And spurt after spurt, he continued to fill my mouth. With his cock deep in my throat, he shot some straight down my throat, but he was cumming faster than I could swallow. When he would pull his cock from my mouth, he would shot a spurt onto the side of my cheeks.

I used his own cum as a lubricant on my own cock, as I quickly wiped some from my face and went back to jacking myself off. Tom was now making quieter moans and grunts as he ground his now semi-erect cock into my face. I licked his cock clean and buried my face into his pubic hairs and balls, continuing to lick and stroke his now softening shaft.

I let out a quick gasp and begin cumming myself. Tom leaned back and saw my cum hitting my chest and stomach and he reached down and used two fingers to wipe it up.
Tom then shoved his two cum-covered fingers into my mouth.

“Taste it, boy. You like the taste of your own cum?” he said in a stern voice. “Suck my fingers, like you did my cock.”
“Oh yes. This all tastes great. I love the taste of your cock. I loved it how you fucked my face,” I said between sucking on his fingers and licking the cum from them.

Taking a step back, Tom told me to stand up. As I did, I realized his 6-foot frame was closer to 6’4” and he was a good 6 inches taller than me, and about 70 pounds of muscle heavier. I stood there literally toe-to-toe looking at him as he pulled me to him with his massive arms and gave me a deep, wet kiss. I went weak-kneed from the kiss and the climax, almost to the point Tom had to hold me up.

“Turn around,” he said in a commanding voice. I did and he slapped my bare ass with his massive hand. “You didn’t know you could be someone’s bitch like this did you?”
I looked back over my shoulder at him and caught him smiling.

“I like what I see. Why don’t we plan to have dinner tonight at my RV. I got more plans for you,” Tom said as he bent over to pick up his shorts and shirt.

Tom stepped forward again and licked some of the cum that was starting to dry from my cheek and then kissed me again. The kiss, saliva and salty cum were a treat. I wanted more.
With his shirt and shorts over his arm, he turned and started to walk away. He looked back over his shoulder, smiled and said “see you right before sunset.”

When he was out of sight, I sat back down on the bench to collect my thoughts. I had been with several men before, but usually it was a mutual thing, like trading hand jobs and blowjobs. Never before had I felt so completely in the hands of another man. I realized he completely dominated me and I so loved it.

I had no idea what time it was when I started walking back to my campsite, but I knew one thing. I had somewhere to be at sunset. End of part 1.