Family Camping Trip

Ever since I can remember my parents always took us on a camping trip every summer, I have great memories of these trips, and long for those days once again. I’ve camped in all 48 states over my first 18 years of life. I’ll share one memory that is cemented in my mind, it was a small campground in South Dakota, and where I first discovered and finally admitted to myself that I was gay.

I was 18, and most likely my last family camping trip, with my parents and younger brother, My older Sister is 19 and already off to college. I was headed to college soon and probably a full time summer job from here on out. I was glad this trip was a 3 week cross country trip as I would hit 7 additional states bringing me to have visited all 48 of the 50 states (excluding only Hawaii and Alaska). We were about 25 miles from Mount Rushmore in a dense wooded area, pine scent filled the warm summer air, it had just finished raining, a pretty bad storm just shot through, as many downed trees delayed our arrival. We set up camp quickly, and while mom prepared a quick late dinner my brother and I scoped out the place and the other campers. We would often try to find kids our own age just so we didn’t have to hang with our parents, and see what kind of mischief we could get into.

A Young couple in the next site, they were tenters. Maybe 20 or so, probably newlyweds, no kids. An Older couple in a trailer on the other side, maybe 60, no kids. Freaky druggie guys in another site, smoking something other than cigarettes. Another family with at least 3 maybe 4 young kids out of control at another site. We scoped out the playground area, the camp store, the rest rooms. Nothing seemed to be unusual at this place that well call home for the next 3 days, and what seemed to be no other age appropriate kids for either me or my younger brother to befriend and hang with, so we headed back to our site slightly depressed that it’s another 3 days with cards and trivial pursuit with the parentals.

I sent my brother back, as I stepped into and checked out the restroom, the painted plywood stalls with doors with hooks that had typical years of graffiti on them, concrete floors, some non divided urinals and two fiberglass shower stalls with some plastic tattered curtains a few bench’s and a row of 3 sinks. I stepped into a toilet stall to drop a quick one before dinner, and after reading some of the graffiti I decided to rub one out, who knows when I’ll be able to do this in an empty restroom again at this place.

I whipped out my phone and tried to get to some of my favorite porn sites, low and behold, no reception, so back to my imagination as I stroke away while reading and checking out the graffiti, it took a bit longer than normal but was a great release, after a quick clean up, and back to the site for an uneventful dinner. After dinner we went for a walk again and I saw a guy staring at me, black jeans, black tee shirt and almost shoulder length blonde hair probably at least 17 or so maybe 18 or 19, right around my age, the only one I’ve seen. I got a bit unusually horny as I stared back and gave a brief wave as I passed, which he smiled and returned the gesture. Back to the campsite and so called “fun and games”.

The next day off to do the touristy things at Mount Rushmore, we got back pretty late, I headed off to the restroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed, empty again, so off into a stall I went, about half way into beating the meat, I heard the spring door opening and slam shut. Through the crack in the stall door I saw it was the blonde kid, setting up his wash up bag and towel on the bench next to the showers. I remained quiet as I could, as I kept spying on him. My dick was unusually harder than hard as I stared at him, he tugged his black tee shirt over his head revealing his slim smooth white as silk chest, he was a bit twinky but slightly leaning on the twunky side. His waistband of his overly low rise pants sat very, very low below his innie navel that rested just under a slight 6 pack, as he tasseled his hair with his hand as he seemingly admired himself, probably in the mirror across the room. Finally I heard he started the shower water, he looked toward the door, felt the water, then back toward the door again, as he unbuckled his pants and being commando, dropped them to his ankles as he stepped out of them, getting his foot stuck in the narrow ankle hole of the jeans, raising his leg up trying to free his foot from the material, exposing a huge dick and balls dangling under his body, as I began quietly stroking away faster, and faster. Wow I was amazed at how big this guy seemed to be, then he stepped into the stall and I heard the metal curtain hooks slide along the curtain rod.

I took the time to process what I just witnessed and brought myself into a frothy frenzy while I slowed my pace and decided to wait for him to finish, seeing what else I could see. I took the chance and unhooked the door, reached my head out to check out the rest of the room to be sure no one else was in there and then with my pants still around my knees I arched my view toward the occupied shower stall, and I could see his slim body as it moved in and out of view trough the curtain gap. He was washing his hair as his ass cheeks and crack came in and out of view, and his elbows were raised as he scrubbed his head and hair, then his  bent head rinsing under the stream of water as the soap flowed down over and off his smooth body. I’m standing now, dick sticking straight out as I’m stroking away again while I lean on the toilet stall pillar, cautiously being aware of the front door, staring at what I wish was more than a sliver of this guy through a split in the curtain.

Suddenly I notice his shadow through the curtain, of his head bent over leaning against the wall, his back arched slightly outward as he obviously began washing his crotch area, and through the slit I see he’s spending more time than need be on that spot, and a recognizable bounce began. He was jerking off, shit it was so hot I almost came, so I slowed down as I moved closer away from my hiding stall, now I can see his hard on, pointing slightly upward, all soapy and wet, as his fist abruptly beats up and down, then suddenly his shadow stood and his head bounced backward, as he arched his dick toward the shower wall, releasing his seed. Then re washing and rinsing well as he obviously rinsed off his slime. I heard the  water turn off and heard the curtain slide open, it opened further as he grabbed for his towel. I hobbled back to my stall popped the hook back on as I sat back down and began my jerk fest again still peering out my spy crack. The curtain slid open even further revealing his fine smooth body, as he briskly rubbed his towel in his hair letting his now limp dick flop back and forth. With that image I wasn’t yet ready to but I shot my load, it hit the door and I didn’t dare make a sound, nor grab any toilet paper, as far as I knew he still was unaware of my presence.  I sat in silence as he continued to dry then stood naked fixing his hair in the mirror, arms raised, fixing his hair revealed his narrow waist and that luscious hanging piece of man meat, quietly I began jerking again. He continued to dress, went over did some other things like brush his teeth and then I heard that springed wooden entry door slam. I quickly exited grabbed some TP and cleaned myself up, pulled up my pants and headed to his shower stall where I found myself checking for residue of his cum anywhere on the walls, I found and touched a spot on the wall, it definitely wasn’t water or soap, so I’m pretty sure I was rubbing him between my fingers as my dick hardened again, I smelled it quick as I made my way to the sink to wash it off, rushed my own teeth and out the door to head back to our campsite.

On my way back I passed his site and he was leaning on the hood of their car pretty close to the road and in addition to waving he said hi, I stepped into his site and said hi back, we exchanged some small talk. As I think he realized I came out of that empty restroom that he was just in. he said his name was Ben, I introduced myself as Don and identified my site number and maybe tomorrow we might want to hang, he said, shrugging his shoulders, “yeah, maybe, we’ll see, hasn’t been much to do around here lately, place is kinda dead”. I got back to camp when my brother said he thought I got lost I took so long in there and we climbed into our sleeping bags and hit the hay. I had a boner all night thinking about Ben in that shower, and I might have even dreamed about him too.

The next morning I woke up fairly early, the birds were singing and the sun was barely up, as I headed to the showers, hopefully before anyone else was there for some privacy, I Passed Bens campsite, which was pretty quiet, except I spotted a shirtless Ben sitting next to their fire smoking a cigarette, it looked as if he just woke up. I continued to the rest room, “Great” it was empty, I quickly put my stuff on the bench and hopped in the stall, yup that same stall Ben used last night, drew the curtain closed, realizing it was a poor fit from last night. I made the mistake of not starting the water first as I didn’t want to be caught naked in the room, I hung my towel just outside the stall so I could do a quick cover up when I was done. The initial shock of the cold water surprised me as I backed into a corner waiting for it to get warm, I heard the springed entrance door open, then slam shut, “Crap” someone came in. They went to the sinks, ran some water and then the door slammed again, Good he was gone, I thought. I took a quickie shower and began rubbing my crotch as my thoughts went back to Ben and the soapy water sliding down his body last night. Not realizing it I was beginning to moan with pleasure as I was getting close, I was to the point of no return and just had to finish when I heard footsteps shuffling on the cement floor, I quickly got quiet but my cum was already streaming out in spurts as I bit my tongue to try not to be obvious. I finished rinsing grabbed my towel and began drying off inside the stall hoping the person would leave. They didn’t, so I stepped out and there was shirtless Ben in his tight black jeans, staring at himself in the mirror trying to brush his beautiful silky smooth blonde hair as he watched me out of the corner of his eye, I slid on my jeans and sauntered toward the sinks and Ben, saying good morning, hoping he didn’t hear me or figure what I was doing, when he said “you know I could have helped you with that”. I glanced over at him in my very embarrassed state and said “how much did you hear”? He said no chillingly “All of it, I made believe I left and really didn’t, you sounded pretty intense there buddy. Wait, What? What did he mean? Did he say he could have helped me with that? I just embassasingly apologized, as he turned to me and unbuckled his pants and said “Do you want to take care of this, since you’re responsible for making me this way? And he exposed his dick and balls out into the open to me.

I just stood there in amazement, this guy was offering me to touch him, Now I have never touched another dick and I can’t explain why but I instinctively moved toward him as our eyes met and I extended my hand to touch his rock hard slightly pointed upward dick. It was very warm and kind of beating with his heart, as I touched it, his head tilted back and his hair fell to one side and I began to slide my hand back and forth along the shaft, one of his hands reached around and grabbed my ass as he pulled me closer, I was getting hard again very fast. His other hand began unsnapping my jeans and he worked it into the waistband and suddenly another guy was touching my dick, as his back hand also moved into my jeans and it made contact with my ass cheek, he pulled me in closer, I could smell his smoky scent mixed with my fresh soapy smell as he bent his head back towards mine and kissed my neck, I raised my other hand into his hair as I pulled his head back into mine for a return kiss from me. For a moment that seemed like a lifetime we were embracing each other while we were jerking each other off., I slid down to his base as he wiggled his pants down and I began fondling his balls, our naked chests made contact, we were basically nipple to nipple, feeling the warmth radiating off of our skin. When he dropped to one knee and pulled my pants down further and then he held my dick mere inches from his nose as he stared directly into my slit, and then looked up to me and back, before opening his mouth and touching the tip with his wet tongue. His hair brushed my shaft as he got closer and began licking the underside down to my balls, his hair touching the top of my dick was driving me crazy, I had to touch it with both hands now on his head he opened wide and sucked my dick down. HOLY SHIT, I’ve never been blown before and now this guy was doing it right here in this public rest room, where anyone could come in. SHIT!

He drove me insane as he worked me almost to climax and then backed off, he touched my ass crack with his hands as he pulled me in on his in stroke, each time applying more finger pressure to my hole, Crap I thought he was going to penetrate me with that finger, but he held off. I started to cum when he pulled me in and held me swallowing all of me, we stayed still for a moment when he licked my sensitive cock that just came for the second time in a few minutes, and it remained hard, it just didn’t want to go limp, I don’t think I can ever remember that happening before when I jerked off. He stood and kissed my neck again as he twerked my nipple with his fingers, saying “first time”? as I said yes, he asked me to do him, reluctantly I got down stared at his monster cock head and opened my mouth, for some reason I think I closed my eyes as I put it in my mouth, it was smooth but softer than I thought quite spongy on the end but a slight slimy what I now realize was precum bitter taste, I worked my tongue and lips around this massive member as I let one hand work the lower shaft and the other his ball sack, I knew I couldn’t get much further than the head in my mouth, soon after he said he was close and pulled out just milliseconds before Cumming as he grabbed his shaft and began jerking it toward me and sprayed his cum all over my chest as it began dripping down my stomach as his blonde head went back with his hair flipping away and his eyes closed. I cleaned up myself as I dressed and we walked back toward his camp, he said his parents were off on a day trip, and wanted to know if I wanted to spend the day at his place. Ben and I explored our sexuality the next day and a half, when he and his family packed up and left.

That day in South Dakota is when I knew I wasn’t straight anymore, and my lusting for guys was indeed real, and my first experience was one of the best ones, I don’t know what ever happened to Ben as we parted ways after that, heck I don’t even know where he was from. Just the blonde kid I spied on in the South Dakota Campground showers.

The End