There’s a spot I visit every so often a couple hours away, a small nude queer friendly B&B/campground. I love just hanging out and enjoying not giving a shit about anything, the pool, hot tub, nature, and the views… if you know what I mean.

I love how easy it is to meet people there. Everyone being in the buff breaks down walls. I’m introverted, so this helps.

A few years ago, I met Brandon. I was about 35 at the time. He was maybe 29. He was average height, slender, with brownish-reddish hair, a matching goatee, and well kept bush around a deliciously looking uncut cock.

I was instantly attracted.

As luck would have it, Brandon and I were among only a few out enjoying ourselves that day. We struck up a conversation at the pool and the made our way to the hot tub. With nobody around, Brandon quickly found his way over to my lap, grinding his ass on my quickly enlarging dick. There were several moments where I knew we were close to me being inside him, but his hole was tight and I’m longer and thicker than average.

We made our way to what was called “the barn” where it was okay to play. There was porn and lube and condoms for anyone who needed them. We grab the lube and made our way to the padded platform “bed”, and passionately made out before I explored his gorgeous body with my tongue, making my way further and further down, seeking out the spots that made him moan and squirm, until reaching his hole. The sounds he made as I licked his boy hole drove me wild, and made me explore deeper with my tongue as he struggled to catch his breath between moans.

Soon, he was begging me to fuck him. I quickly lubed up my cock, dripping with precum, and then his ass, already wet with my spit, pushed him back further on the platform to create a space for me, grabbed his legs and placed them over my shoulders, and pushed my dick deep inside his waiting man hole with one, long thrust.

Brandon whimpered as his hole stretched around my thick cock. His fingernails pushed into my sides. Slowly, I loosened him up with long, knowing, thrusts. I wanted to pound him, but knew that he needed to be ready for it.

We both knew when he had reached the point of his ass becoming my fuck hole, ready to take whatever I gave him. Faster and harder, I thrusted in and out of his now soaking, hot, boy pussy. My balls slapping against his ass as he took every inch of my cock, over and over again. His moans louder still.

Normally reserved, it’s times like this I feel nature take over. Fucking is animalistic. I lose all sense of anything else but enjoying being inside Brandon and then feeling my hot load growing with pressure. I quickly ask where he wanted me to cum, knowing that I only wanted to breed him. Almost as quickly as he could answer that he wanted my load inside him, I filled his pussy with my seed. His hole sloshing now with the wetness of my spit, lube, my cum, and his own juices as I continued to fuck as long as I could before pulling out and collapsing next to him, covered in sweat. Brandon was covered in sweat and his own cum.

After a few minutes, we got up, rinsed off, and continued to enjoy the pool.

That wouldn’t be the only time we fucked that day, and it wouldn’t be him always taking a load.