Into the Woods

The Wilds of Michigan—August, 2018

I left Toronto early in the morning and made it to the border in record time.  The US agent in my lane at the bridge was seemingly giving every car ahead of me a hard time.  My line inched forward compared to every other lane of traffic.  When it was finally my turn, the agent proved to be incredibly hot and hirsute.  He took no time at all getting me back into Michigan.  Did he notice I still wore the Fukdto wristband?

I took a few days doing very little to get back to my normal routine.  I received a call from my friend who loves gay campgrounds.  I have joined him in the past in both Ontario (the same place I had been on this last trip) and at his discovery of a brand new gay campground in Michigan.  He convinced me I should join him for Mardi Gras weekend at the new campground. 

I arrived Friday afternoon.  The campground had made a lot of improvements in a year.  (Here is a link to my first visit.)  The play area had changed, too.  The sling and fuck bench were still there, as were the half buried tractor tires you could lean against or bend a man over.  The new additions were a St. Andrews cross and, slightly away from the rest, a three holed Gloryhole wall.

My host is often in these pages, usually when I go up to the bookstore that is half arcade and half bathhouse.  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. He cooked a great dinner and reminded me that another man was joining us, a top he’d met at yet another campground.  As darkness fell, I told him I was headed to the play area.  I changed into my flight suit, so I’d have easy access to my cock, but was covered in case of mosquitoes.  My host told me he’d look in later and went off to walk his dog and wait for the other guy to arrive.  I went back over the bridge to see what I would find…

It’s dark.  I have no flashlight.  I take a swig from my water bottle and keep going.  No one is here yet.  I stand near the sling.  A single light points down on it.  There are a few other garden type lights along the pathways.  There is also a light at the fuck bench and one at the cross.  I go down the darker trail toward the glory hole wall.  No one.  I wait a moment, deciding what to do.  

And then I hear it.  A jingle.  As if Santa were coming to town…

I wait in the shadows.  Yup, a man in a belled jester hat from the Mardi Gras parade is stumbling along the path to the partition.  I move behind the wall ready to suck or be sucked.  A short, fat cock comes through the hole.  I kneel and suck him.  He sighs as my tongue swirls around his helmet head.  He gives me a load fairly fast and stumbles off to his trailer.

I go back to the play area.  Things have picked up.  A white haired daddy, nude but for jock and boots, is fucking his partner on the fuck bench.  Two men are stroking, watching it all.  I arrive on the scene.  I look at the top, who nods and I stick my hardening dick into the bottom’s mouth.  The Top speeds up his fuck.  Soon he cums noisily in his partner’s ass.  I move around to be next to the Top as he marinates in the cummy hole.  He pulls out.  I clean him up.

“You want to fuck my man?”

I nod.

“Do it.”

“Oh, fuck…” the bottom groans as I slide into his freshly lubed hole.  “Fuck me!”

I do—slow, deep and churning that cum.  I build to a nice speed—and I fuck the cum out of him, spraying it into the dirt.

They thank me and leave.

I worry no one will want to suck my cock fresh out of that hole, but I shouldn’t.  A man who’s been watching from a distance comes over and relishes all the juices on my dick.  There are now maybe six of us trading blow jobs, closer to the cross than the fuck bench.  We all are very oral, trading off on who is on their knees and who is fucking a mouth.

Eventually I am distracted by a much younger man getting on the fuckbench.  He’s in a designer jock and has left his flip flops in the sand around the legs of the bench.  The man fingering his hole is fully dressed in jeans and a once white tee.  His scraggly goatee reminds me a Billy goat.  His Red Neck persona is hot—not off putting.  By the time I reach the bench he has his raw, uncut cock in the hole in front of him.

“You want some of this don’t you?”

I say I do.

“Well get your dick wet.”

I stick it in this younger bottom’s mouth.   He gives me head enthusiastically, except whenever the Red Neck swats his ass.

“Fuck him.”  I go back and begin the entry into this hot, perfectly framed, ass.  I am pleased this bottom loves the taste of his ass on the Red Neck’s cock.  But the Red Neck is not done directing the scene.  He chooses two other men to fuck the lucky guy, too.  We all rotate around.  We are either in the bottom’s mouth or ass, or are giving each other head as we wait for our next turn to fuck.

The Red Neck, on perhaps the third time around with the four of us, cums.  It rocks his world.  He won’t let any of the hungry men clean him up and he tells the bottom to grab his flip flops—they are going.  Now.

*****

One man with a very full white goatee sucks my dick.  “Now I could use that in my ass—but you’d have to put a condom on it.”

I tell him truthfully, that is all the various pockets of the flight suit, I don’t have any.  We move away from the bench and he leans against one of the tires.  I discover he has a scimitar of a dick.  We trade blow jobs.  I get him off.  Still on my knees, I promise I’ll have some Magnums on me tomorrow night.

“Good going, wild man.”

It’s my host emerging from the darkness.  He’s watched the last encounter.  And our trailer mate, Tom, is with him, a bear of a man who is taller than I am.  They pull out their dicks. 

“Suck these.”

It never gets old.  The infinite variety of  hard cock.  My host, long thick and truly fat in the middle.  His friend with a nice sturdy, super engorged, seven incher.  Back and forth.  They pull me from one to the other.  Another man tries to suck the man who I’m not doing at the moment—but the two of them close ranks.  Back and forth my head is shoved.  First one cock.  Now the other.  Soon, my host slaps my face with his dick while I service the other.  Tom picks this up. 

“Make me cum!”  says Tom.

My host pushes into my mouth and explodes with a shout.  I let him empty his balls, but I keep my tongue caressing the head of his dick.  I slowly pull off and clean him up.  I turn to Tom, eager for his load—but he goes all shy suddenly and tucks his deflating dick away.

They help me to my feet and take off to go start a campfire.  I wander the area, but the men have dispersed for the night.  My balls are still full—but I’m pretty sure I will empty them tomorrow.

I head back across the bridge and towards the music from the dance hall…and wind my way through the trailers and the trees to our campfire.