I had signed up for an August camping and canoe trip with the Adventuring outdoors group. I still felt a somewhat nervous about being “in public” with other gay men, imagining passersby would know, but I really enjoyed Adventuring trips so I braved up. I didn’t have a car, and the trip leader put me in touch with a guy named Joe with whom I could arrange to ride. It worked out well because I had a tent to share while Joe had a car to share. We also planned to be canoe buddies.
On the morning of the trip, Joe arrived at my house to pick me up and I was of course very happy to note he had a gentle personality as well as being a nicely bearded bear (thank you, Trip Leader!). I was more than a little turned on by his looks during the drive out to the camp site, while we set up my tent along with the many others also camping and canoeing and later, while we made supper by the tent. During an afternoon splash in the river, Joe revealed a lean body and wonderfully hairy chest that I wanted to rustle with my hands, tongue, and whatever else I could get up.
That evening Joe and I undressed and lay in my tent in our sleeping bags, quietly talking. I was feeling fairly horny for Joe but also still felt I wanted more than just another sex-for-sex’s sake. And I especially didn’t want to act once again like I had used someone. So, despite how sexy Joe was, I resolved to let myself get sleepy instead, and was just drifting off when I felt a light touch on my hand, waking me back up.
My resolve dwindling, I responded by putting my hand on Joe’s bare shoulder. We shifted our sleeping bags closer, unzipped them, and started kissing and feeling each other’s naked bodies up and down. Eventually I ended up on top of Joe, with my hand down between his legs, slowly massaging his stiff dick until he came.
Joe moaned out loud as he came and I froze, instantly mortified that everyone within a mile could hear. I lightly pressed my hand over his mouth, giggling like a naughty schoolgirl, and softly hissing shhh! into his ear. Fortunately, Joe ignored silly me, and in the morning, of course, no one from the nearby tents looked at us twice. (Gay men are the best!)
I saw Joe again not long after the camping and canoe trip. He had me over to his house for dinner, which I accepted but prefaced by saying I would need to go home that evening. We ate, then cuddled in front of the TV, which pretty readily turned into sex about which I don’t remember anything except I discovered he had rather coarse skin on his back that I didn’t like touching (how did I miss this in the tent?). We moved to the bedroom to get more comfortable, and Joe kindly drove me home after we finished whatever we did to make each other cum.
In retrospect, it would have been kinder for me to have just slept over but believe it or not, I still felt somewhat uptight about “indulging” gay sex―becoming it’s not who I am! Or maybe…?―still wanting to feel in some sort of control over my destiny. Even though he was a nice guy and might have become a friend if I had given him a chance, I never saw Joe again and wondered what happened to him.