Quite often I worked out with Anthony at the gym. Both of us were 6'3, and quite chiseled, with no ego intended. The key is consistency, as we lifted weights for hours, ran on the treadmill for extreme sweat sessions, along with eating a reasonable diet. Anthony is a handsome man, last time I saw him before he moved to California, but it was pleasant to motivate each other with the barbells. Both of us were determined, and supported each other despite that mental stretch that always had you questioning your sanity after so many repetitions.
Eyeing the crotch in his compression shorts, I knew he was well hung, but the weekend we went camping I discovered endowed beyond belief. Sure I had seen his flaccid cock in the shared stall showers, and he confidently let me know he was a gay male. It took some time, before I admitted I was too, and he had guessed correctly from the beginning. Some of us are better cloaking than others, but based on my word choices and mannerisms, he was indeed a sharp cookie. He was gracious when I broke down and admitted I also was gay, and was nice enough to sit with me, as I felt bad for withholding this from him for so long. Truly kind he let me know it was okay, and he asked me, if I'd like to go camping this weekend. How could I say no to him, plus his ocean blue eyes and charming demeanor, I knew it would be a lot of fun. The outdoors is where I've always found refuge, and deep down I really wanted to go down on him and pleasure his sexiness.
On Friday he picked me up. We got some booze, food, and the like. Anthony was in a chipper mood, and I have to admit letting my hair down a bit. As he drove I poured myself some "road soda," and we had a nice chat about trail hiking and possible places to go jogging once we arrived. Damn he looked good in his blue sleeveless shirt, blue fitness shorts. He had obviously just shaved, and I couldn't help but think, "please let him fuck my brains out." I knew this was a bit forward, but secretly hoped he'd put his hands down my shorts as we drove towards the camp site. "That'll be $40," said the grumpy looking man at the front gate, with the stereotypical little runt dog that had seen better days.
After Anthony parked, I helped him pitch the tent, and put our sleeping bags in there. We both moved grills, lanterns, and my goodness did he have a camping store. An hour later, and the camping grill, along with the fire pit were ready to go. Both of our shirts were off, and we both laughed as a group of women whistled at us going by in their SUV. It was a nice compliment, but neither of us was into women, and I wanted him inside me. After dinner, we did go for a five mile hike, and finally settled in the tent to go to sleep. I was disappointed until I felt a hand on my groin, and heard Anthony say, "I've wanted you for a long long time."
Instantly my penis got hard. We held hands, and started kissing. Anthony tousled my hair gently, rubbing my chest, and soon I had his monster cock in my palms. Oh my goodness for a white guy, he might as well have been a tall black guy, as my brain couldn't register how hung he was. Even with the dimly lit tent, his shaft was so big it cast a shadow on the tent canvas. Nicely manscaped, he was easily over 9 inches and thick. I was apprehensive and thrilled at the same time, although I realized he might just break me. I started to lick his shaft, then rolled my tongue over my teeth, taking as much of him in as I could. Hearing him moan and seeing his eyes roll in pleasure made me hard. It was amazing bobbing my head up and down, spitting on his manhood, and slurping it up with all of my passion. He was truly an atlas type of man, and his musky rock hard cock, was such a joy to suck on. I licked his balls, taking each in my mouth, edging his rear end and all of a sudden he gasped, "I can't take it anymore."
With that I noticed he put lubricant all over his stunning penis, and I didn't put up a fight, when he told me to bend over. I anticipated a train wreck, and yes to be honest, it did hurt at first. It was if I was being ripped from the inside out, and while I liked him tugging my hair from behind, I didn't know how more waves of pain I could muster without crying. He slid in further, and there was no room to stretch anymore, and he was all the way in. He had no choice but to be gentle, as I thought I was going to pass out, and tried to breathe and push down on him like I knew to do. Finally it led to pleasure, as he held onto my ass, as he plowed me with purpose and wow did I love it. I could feel his groin sweating, feel and hear him balls slapping on my ass. The clicking noise of penetration, the convulsions of my insides, his grunting just made me one ecstatic bottom bitch.
Eventually I rode him, and our eyes connected, along with our lips as we kissed. Anthony eventually convinced me to let him be on top, and even with his long rigid pole, I let my legs go into pretzel form as he dished it to me. The tent was spinning. All of this heat and the scents of fucking permeated my inner sanctum, as I got this locked up feeling of a door closing, only to be opened as my penis shot out a load of my cum all over his chest and crotch. He kissed me as we smiled, and soon I felt his balls tighten up. Oh yes, he was the Hoover Dam, as his sperm came flying into me at record speed and in volumes that never seemed to end. We spent the entire weekend camping, although it was more about getting ready for the next session. Admittedly the next few days after this trip I walked funny, but getting to be pounded by him was well worth the price of admission.