Cruising in the Dark

The Wilds of Michigan—September, 2017

I left Toronto feeling, well, very refreshed.  Rejuvenated.  Sated.   It was an easy drive and an easy border crossing (for a change) back into Michigan.  At the first rest area after the bridge I pulled in, pissed, wondered about the man in the lone car at the other end of the parking lot and made a phone call to a friend.  He wanted me to join him at a new gay campground in Michigan.  It was on my way home—so why not?

This new site is just about a year old and still under construction/renovation.  I found it easily, paid a membership fee and was directed to my friend’s large, luxurious trailer—which is the polar opposite of my tiny tent.  My host has appeared in these pages, usually when I am playing at the bookstore which verges on being a bathhouse in the middle of the state.  He is my age, with iron grey hair, ex-military and with a large, cock that bulges in the middle--which makes it a terrific challenge to suck. 

We did some catching up about my trip and then he showed me around the campground. It was packed.  The campsite’s streets were lined with the big trailers that men park for the entire summer.  There were the usual showers, activity room, a pool under construction and, across a bridge and down a trail—a play area.  There was a sling, a fuck bench and a picnic table.  There were also a number of old tractor tires half buried in the ground for guys to bend over.  There was also a pretty hot blond man cruising the area.  I nodded to him, but that was it—as we circled back to my friend’s campsite and began dinner preparations.

While we were eating, a mutual friend arrived, who also makes an occasional appearance here.  He’s always been called the Tall One:  around my age, 6’5 or so, a good looking, truly versatile man.  As the sun went down, we decided we needed to revisit the play area…

It’s dark.  Really dark, as only a woods can be at night.  We use a flashlight sparingly.  As we near the play area we turn it off,  for the owners have installed a few low level garden lights to keep us on the path.  We have passed the club house, where they are having a dance.  We’re pretty sure that we will find some men sneaking away from that, looking for some action. 

Our eyes adjust.  There are some men already at the play area.  I see a couple making out by the fuck bench.  A very young man, in nothing but a jock strap, though the air has some nip in it tonight, is on his knees by the one of the tires.  The three of us ring him and unzip.  He grunts his pleasure and starts sucking my host.  Then the Tall One.  Finally me.  The first round is good.  He’s hot and his mouth is just what we want.  But by the second round, we realize he’s high.  A hit of poppers on top of whatever else he took makes for teeth on dicks, lack of focus, more time spent inhaling than sucking and times when he literally hunkers down and “goes away.” 

The Tall One and I move away.  I sit on the picnic table bench and suck the Tall One’s cock myself.  And out of the shadows emerges the man who I’d seen earlier cruising this area.  He’s dark blond, late 40’s, nicely put together, wearing an A-shirt and sweat pants.

I pull off the Tall One’s dick.  “Suck this,” I tell the cruiser.

He is instantly on his knees.  The Tall One sighs.  I stand.  My dick presses into the Tall One’s balls, so the Cruiser licks at it occasionally as he services the other dick.

I pull his head onto my dripping cock.  He’s great.  His mouth is super wet and hot.

My host utters a strangled grunt from out of the dark.   I’m sure he is giving the tweaker (or someone) a load.

The Tall One sits on the picnic table.  I lift the Cruiser off his knees and push him onto the Tall One’s dick.  With him sitting, it forces the Cruiser to bend to suck cock.  I pull the sweats down, kneel and begin tonguing the Cruiser’s ass.

“Fuck, yeah!” he grunts around the Tall One’s dick in his mouth. It’s a smooth hole on my tongue—just the merest wisps of hair around it.  A smooth, but puffy hole.  I’m sure that it has had dick today…but it’s been cleaned up before tonight.  I lube myself a little as I eat him out.  The Cruiser comes off the dick in his mouth.  “Do you guys fuck?”

I don’t answer.  I just stand up.  I beat my cock on his hole.  I give him a couple of seconds to tell me to cover it.  Then I go in.  He grunts his pleasure and re-doubles his efforts on the Tall One.  I begin a slow fuck.  The hot hole is getting slimy fast.  I pull out and taste it.  Then I plunge back in.  I fuck him hard.  The couple by the fuckbench appears.   They watch for a moment and stroke—then disappear back into the darkness. 

I pull out once again.  “You need to fuck this hole,” I tell the Tall One.  He goes around, spits on his dick and pushes in.  I sit on the edge of the table, wondering if the Cruiser is an Ass to Mouth guy.  He is.   He licks his juices off me hungrily.  He slurps with abandon.  I slide off the table and kiss his wet mouth.  I sit back down and let him suck me as the Tall One fucks.

From out of the gloom a guy approaches, his dick out.  Somebody who looks more business man than camper.  Has he been watching us out of sight?  He steps up on the picnic table bench and feeds me his cock.  I love having a dick in my mouth while mine is getting sucked—something that doesn’t happen often enough.  The guy is breathing fast.  I want this guy’s load and tell him so. 

“Naw, that’s for my partner—but thanks.”  And he leaves.

I change with the Tall One.  I fuck the Cruiser again as he cleans the Tall One’s cock.  Mid blow job, the Tall One announces he’s going to cum.  “In my ass,” pleads the Cruiser.

I pull out and the Tall One inserts just in time.  He explodes—holding on to the Cruiser’s hips for support.  He marinates there for a long time—I just know that the Cruiser is milking every drop out of him.  As he pulls out, I want to clean his dick—but I let the Cruiser do it—he's earned the right.  He takes it into his mouth almost reverently.  He spit shines every drop of cum off it.  I content myself with kissing him when he’s done.  We instinctively snow ball a little of the cum and ass juices in his mouth.  He swallows. 

The Tall One takes off to go back to camp and the Host.

I fuck the Cruiser some more. But he’s worn out.  He apologetically tells me he’s been out here on and off all day—he needs to get home.  I let him go.

I move away from this clearing and the moon light.  I go near the shadowy, unused sling.  I suck two cocks there---totally in the dark.  I can’t tell you anything about the guys.  The second guy gives me a salty, smoker’s load. 

All is quiet.

No one. 

Reluctantly I head back to camp…