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Return to Rock River
I've a recent good run of frolic and fun. I wanted to cap off the week with a Sunday visit to my favorite gay nudist Mecca, Rock River near Brattleboro, Vermont.
I got a slightly late start and arrived about 9 am to find a perfect parking spot on a perfect summer day. I made the slightly treacherous hike up river --stripping naked halfway upstream -- to find the place almost deserted. The water was clean, clear, cool and inviting. I waded into the river and began working on building up the height of the dam stretching across the shallow river. Over the next hour, as more naked men arrived, I added a swirling whirlpool below the dam. I love doing stone work in the middle of a river. It actually turn me on to work naked in the water.
By 10:30 I was hungry and horny, so hiked up the hill to the first level of forest trails. A few guys were prowling, and a few were playing, but it was tame. Too early for heavy action. I wandered endlessly as more and more guys thronged the trails. Young, old, fat, thin, cut, uncut, hung, tiny, white, black, Hispanic, Asian. A smorgasbord of male beauty. There also was a bit of big-dick attitude and ageism. But, it's all so much fun it's easy to overlook and ignore the jerks who think they are God's gift....
By 1 pm, as the day heated up into the 90s, young guys climbed the hill to explore the known and unknown. Soon the trails were swarming with writhing bodies. I rounded the bend of a trail to find a group of rather verbal men fucking and sucking each other. Perhaps six were directly involved, another dozen were watching and wanking.
I stood near a handsome 50-something thin man with a modest cock and balls. Slim body, sandy hair, hairy chest, trimmed pubes. He reached for my cock and I for his as the action increased. Watching live porn can be amazingly stimulating. I bent over and took Glenn's cock all the way, making his legs shake as he thrust into my mouth. My finger slid into his hole.
He pushed me off. "Too close. Stop." He shivered and a stream of pre-cum rolled out of his slit. The porno group broke up and we all scattered, endlessly touring the trails moving in and out of groups of writhing men. There were a few young guys prowling. And a few couples showing off.
An absolutely beautiful and tall, skinny black man, maybe mid 20s, was vigorously pounding a slightly older white guy with a small dick. They were really going at it. For a long time. Turns out they were a couple who love to show off. I wandered away, then returned to find them still at it. Glenn sidled up to me, his cock slipping into my palm as his hand caressed mine. Suddenly, the white guy groaned and spouted a massive load all over the ground as he clung to a thin tree A few others who were jerking off exploded, too.
I've rarely seen so much uninhibited and unbridled man sex. Glenn and I briefly chased a stunning Asian man then returned in time to see the thin black man erupt in an amazing volcano of cum. His cock, lately inside the thin man's ass, was a good thick 10 inches of throbbing man meat. Impressive. Some of us applauded as they gasped for air.
It was now mid-afternoon, the height of activity. Groups of men were everywhere sucking, fucking and jerking each other. One particularly adorable young guy had captured a hot lean athlete with a massive dick. We all stood and watched as they kissed and made love in the middle of the forest.
My finale was watching a scrumptious, skinny Twink with a huge cock get sucked and jerked off surrounded by adoring daddies. He unloaded all over my feet. That was all I needed. Glenn put his arm around my waist and rubbed his cock on me as I jerked my super hard dick to orgasm. I spewed all over Glenn, huge globs of white cum splatting everywhere.
I was drained, physically, mentally, sensually and emotionally.I wandered back to the river to cool off, play in the water and recharge. Then I decided it was time to head home. I was sated.
Was it an epic adventure? No. Was it memorable? Meh. Was it worth the time and effort? Absolutely. I can hardly wait to return.
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