Spent a few days camping at a small clothing optional resort. It was during the week, so was practically the only person there.

There’s a trail around a lake. Along the trail, there are a couple of gazebos, one of which has a sex swing. One morning, I walked the trail and stopped outside the gazebo with the swing and started stroking thinking about the fucking that happens there.

I opened the screened door and walked in and decided to lay on the swing. A large container of lube was next to me as I laid back, so I generously lubed up my 7” uncut and thick cock and stroked while laying back on the swing.

Eventually, I put my legs up on the chains and started gently touching my hole. It was warm and smooth. My cock twitched and stiffened more as I played with it. Getting more lube, I worked my way deeper until I had two fingers inside while still stroking myself.

It felt amazing. As I fingered myself and stroked, I uncontrollably moaned. I imagined guys taking their turns fucking me in the swing. I imagined the sounds of guys moaning and cumming around me. I felt my own load building up. I resisted, but a thick stream of cum poured down my shaft onto my hand, landing on my bush.

I caught my breath, got up from the swing, and looked for paper towels to clean up with, but there were none. I had to walk the trail back with my hand and pubes covered in my cum.