In early June I led my first and all-male Adventuring trip. Look how “out” I was becoming: To lead a trip, along with the trip description, I had to include my name and phone number published in the essentially public (then by paid subscription only) Adventuring group newsletter, so that interested persons could contact me for more information or to sign up for my trip. At the time it felt like a big step gaily forward for me in coming out.
My trip was hiking and camping on Assateague Island National Seashore off the coast of Maryland. Assateague is a long, narrow barrier island between the mainland and the Atlantic, featuring an undeveloped, remote seashore and just enough fresh water and dune grass to sustain a herd of wild horses that have the run of the island.
The National Park Service, which manages the area, had closed public access to the northern end of Assateague Island due to extreme storm erosion, so nesting birds could have undisturbed habitat on what little land remained. Accordingly, I led my group from the parking lot to a primitive camp site a few miles south from the main parking lot.
This area is still beautiful but is a bit less desirable due to the relentless but NPS-approved presence of four-wheel-drive beach motorists (demonstrating how much they love nature by driving over it). I warned the people on my trip that we might have vehicles near us, but we’d give it a try.
My group of eight managed the three-hour, after-work drive from DC that Friday night and stayed in a motel in Salisbury, intending to get a very early start to hike into the remote camp area to maximize time for cavorting on the beach on Saturday and Sunday. One guy on my trip, Leif, had a handsome, bearded face and a good body that was tanned, lean, and hairy.
It was not entirely by accident that Leif and I ended up sharing a hotel bed that night (OK, I totally arranged it) though nothing happened except that he gently touched my nipple ring and asked if hurt to get it pierced. (It had. Imagine a really hard pinch with a pair of pliers.)
The next morning at the hotel, as asked, everyone got up very early. We drove the short rest of the way to the beach parking lot, then hiked the four miles south to the camp site. We set up our tents, then spent the afternoon enjoying the hot sand and mild surf (going in naked when Park Ranger Dick wasn’t around) while trying to ignore the regular passing of obnoxious-but-we-love-nature vehicles. We discovered a picnic table that storms had buried in sand up to the seats and dug it up, giving us a group project and then a useful bit of furniture. In the evening we scrounged up enough driftwood for a campfire on the beach. It was really beautiful.
As people started drifting away into their tents after a long evening by the fire, I remembered Leif didn’t have a tent so I offered him to share half of mine, at which he shrugged. That particular night the air was annoyingly mild and bug-free so Leif decided, to my disappointment, to sleep out under the stars.
Very early in the morning and still dark, maybe 4 a.m., I was awakened by the sounds of wild horses snorting and wandering around our camp site. I laid in my sleeping bag hoping horses don’t attack tents and staring out through the screen at the shadow of Leif’s lean, naked body just a few feet away. I don’t know how long I laid there fingering my erect cock when I saw him get up and begin poking at the fire embers.
I pulled on a damp T-shirt and gym shorts and went out to join him, trying to hide my boner, saying that he could have joined me inside. Leif just shrugged again and repeated that he had wanted to sleep outside. But then he turned to me and said that he was going for a walk down the beach. I took his direct look as an invitation and, perhaps mistakenly, joined him.
We chatted and walked along the dark beach for fifteen minutes or so, then stopped and sat down by the water’s edge. Leif suggested going for a night swim, so we took off our clothes but when we went down to the water, he backed away saying it was too cool. I tried to be playful, grabbing him and trying to wrestle his lovely body into the water but he resisted just a little too much, so I backed off.
We sat down again on the sand, still naked, and once or twice froze as a truck with massive headlights drove slowly up the beach (loving nature at four in the morning). After the truck was well past, I tried taking Leif in my arms to kiss him though he was rather unresponsive. (Jesus Christ, dude!)
We sat there a while longer, me still hoping to break through, until the sun came up, then pulled on our clothes and headed back to camp to join the rest of the group. Leif went off on another walk and I, apparently still determined not to get it, followed him again. (“Look how out I was becoming”— maybe a little too much now?)
This time we cut westward through the dunes from the ocean to the western, bay side of the island. Before we left, we had doped ourselves up with bug repellant, which turned out to be a good idea, as we were met with thick clouds of mosquitos. We walked around, swatting at the air, and found a secluded clearing with a picnic table.
Leif paused next to the table and I reached up and gently scratched his back. I don’t know what I did that was so different from before, because Leif turned to face me and in another moment, started kissing me and tugging my pants down, feeling my balls and running his fingers along my rapidly stiffening dick.
I didn’t waste any time getting him out of his shirt and feeling my way across his broad, marvelous, hairy chest. I pushed him backwards onto a picnic table, chewing on his nipples and getting his shorts down so I could suck on his dick. It struck me right then, for some reason, that this was the first time I was having sex outdoors, in full light of the morning sun and under the infinity of the universe.
We got to our feet and began to jerk each other off, standing with our arms around each other’s shoulders and our chests pressing together (which I loved). I was amazed to find he jerked my dick exactly as I would have done to myself, his hand gripping and moving like it was my own. The feeling he gave me was absolutely perfect and I came in just a few moments. I guess I did it right for him too, because he also came quickly.
As we walked back to the camp, I took his hand affectionately and he smiled back at me which made me wonder if I had somehow, finally gotten through. But I hadn’t. Even though later I tried a couple of times to call Leif, he never called back and I never saw him again.
Aside: It might seem like I spent the entire trip relentlessly chasing Leif. In fact, I spent most of the time with everyone in the group, talking, eating, floating in the Atlantic surf, or hanging out around the evening campfire. Nevertheless, Leif, I’m sorry if I was an annoying pest. I hope you enjoyed the trip anyway.