About two hours away, there’s a small nudist resort and campground. It caters to primarily gay men, but all sorts go to enjoy the sun, pool, and company sans clothing. It’s an amazing place that always leaves me feeling more at peace than when I arrived.

I had to be in town anyway, so I camped there for the weekend. My previous day visits introduced me to a wide array of guys, but this weekend there were only a few of us, and I was much younger than everyone else. I’m not a young twink, so it’s rare feeling for me to be scoped out by other guys.

Of the other guys there, there was one who kind of stood out. I probably wouldn’t have noticed him under other circumstances, as I’m not generally into older men, but his tan complexion, dark hair, and fun thong with his uncut cock pulled through a hole in the front, caught my eye, but I made nothing of it. The evening and night were uneventful.

The next morning, I woke up and went for a swim. I absolutely love swimming in the nude. I was alone for a while, but then the man with the thong made his way to the pool area. I gave him a friendly “good morning.” He sort of muttered something back, but I couldn’t tell what he said. He laid out on a lounge chair mostly out of sight from me. I figured he wanted to be alone. No worries or offense taken to the thought.

About 10 minutes later, he walked up to the bar area on the other side of the pool, as if he were looking for something. His cock, fully erect. He didn’t find whatever it was he was looking for, and made his way back to his chair, hard cock bouncing with every step. I couldn’t help but to notice it. I wondered if maybe he wanted me to notice it.

I continued to swim and float around the pool. I could barely see him, but it was obvious he was stroking his cock. When I realized this, my own cock twitched a bit. Maybe he was into me after all?

I got out of the pool area and laid down on another chair, on a different side of the pool and closed my eyes enjoying the cool morning breeze all over my wet body. When I opened my eyes, he was not in the lounge chair. In the distance, I thought so saw him outside the barn… a structure that includes a room with a TV playing gay porn, chairs, and all the necessary supplies to enjoy yourself alone or with others. I thought, “Fuck it. Let’s see if he’s interested in playing.” It’s not like there were many options, and I was horny.

When into the room, he wasn’t there. The TV was off. It was early and the owner hadn’t set it up for the day. As I was figuring out how to turn it on and get some movies playing for what I thought would be a solo session, the man from the pool walked in. He had left because he couldn’t figure out how to play the movies.

After I got the movies playing, we sat back and gently rubbed our own cocks. Having been swimming, mine definitely was a grower that morning, all 7” and uncut. He seemed mesmerized by it.

“That’s a beautiful cock,” he said in an accent I knew was from Latin America. “Can I kiss it?”

“Of course.”

He got up from his chair, pre cum dripping from his own cock, and knelt down in front of me. His gentle kisses and licks on my throbbing cock head quickly turned into him taking me deeper into his mouth and throat. I so needed to feel what I was feeling as he sucked me.

Looking up at me, stroking my wet, hard cock, he asked if I would fuck him.

“Sure.”

He stood up and proceeded to grind on my cock, as if sitting on my lap. His smooth Latin ass rubbing against my hairy thick dick. I asked him to grab a condom from the container on the floor. He opened one and handed it to me. As I put it on, he lubed his ass and then my cock.

Once lubed, he turned around and tried to sit and take my cock inside him. His tight hole resisted my thick cock. I stood up and he bent over one of the chairs. I pushed into his hole, pulling his smooth ass into my crotch. His hole resisted as he begged for me to go slow. I did, but every time I felt I was going deeper, my cock would get pushed out.

After a few tries, I pulled the condom off and he sat in the chair. I positioned himself for him to suck me. As he did, he slapped my ass and pulled me in. I started to fuck his face. He was enjoying it. I was enjoying it. He wanted me to go faster and harder. I did. I felt myself getting close. I told him. He pulled me in. I released my hot morning load down his throat. He massaged every last drop of cum out of my cock. I collapsed in the chair next to him.

We continued to watch porn. He became very talkative. Said he was new to being bi and how appreciative he was for the opportunity to be with me. It was very sweet. We talked for a while. I began rubbing my cock and got hard again.

When he noticed, he got down on knees in front me again and proceeding to suck and stroke me for what seemed like an hour. I was enjoying every minute, but felt bad knowing that it might take a long time for me to cum again. I told him he could stop if he wanted. He responded by sucking harder and taking it deeper. I didn’t know how long I would last, so I sat back and just relaxed and enjoyed him enjoying my cock.

Eventually, I felt the second orgasm building. This time, I said nothing. I let my breathing and moaning tell him what was about to happen. I came loudly. I love being vocal. He swallowed my second load, again milking every last drop of semen from my dick.

We picked up our towels to go back to the pool. Just then, the owner walked into check if the TV was on. I wonder how much he heard.