#Nifty gay story sounding how to
Email me!!Įditor's Note: Back in July 2007, “J” quit the catering company and wanted to know how to get in touch with “the guy in the Hurley T-shirt”. I don’t remember your name (sorry dude) or have your email address, or phone #, nothing, and I’m hoping you’ll find this posting. The reason that I’m posting this long ass story is because I have decided to sign-up as camper this year for this gay camping weekend and I’m looking for Hurley-T. You know who you are and you told me about CL. Yes, I got my dick sucked by Hurley-T and fucked my 1st guy that night. I realize that this posting is starting to sound like some kind of gay fantasy sex story but it actually is.
I wanted my shirt and Hurley-T was going to give it to me. 420 told me that Hurley-T had passed out earlier and was in the last tent at the end of the path.
I was offered a bong hit from a dude with a big beard so I took it. I was not ready to be skinny dippin “J” in the river, so I walked up the hill to the campfire. When I got to camp #9, everyone was naked in the river, and Hurley-T dude was nowhere to be found. Dude told me it was only a couple hundred yards upstream and I would see the ledge waterfall and his group would be there. Site #9 was a good trek away from #10, I had never been there before. Nice beer dude told me that the guy with my shirt was at camp site #9, he told me to look for a guy with a Hurley T-Shirt (now I wanted my shirt back). While walking back to my truck this dude approached me and handed me a beer, he told me to chill and that the some guys had the “straight boys” shirt and were having fun with it after I had left. I felt really uncomfortable and started to leave.
There were about 20 guys around the fire, and few of them were laughing, I knew that they knew where my shirt was. I walked to the river, where we were setup earlier, and found that my shirt was no longer hanging on the tree. When I arrived the guys thought I had come back for my shirt (I forgot that I had taken it back off and left it hanging on a tree) so I just went along with it, said yes, that’s why I returned. She really pissed me off and I walked out I drove 40 miles back to the gay camp site. I had only been home an hour or so before my girlfriend started giving me shit about something I did or didn’t do. Especially the dude with the Hurley T-shirt. When I got home that evening I had a few more beers and could not help but think about having my cock sucked by a guy. He was joking about leaving me until the morning if I don't hurry up. He was giving me shit about sticking around. I wanted to stick around, but I had to go because my co-worker was driving. I met some real awesome guys and was having a good time, It was cool, even though I had to put my shirt back on, the queer looks got to be a little too much after a while.Īfter we finished serving dinner, the gay campers offered the catering crew some beers while we were cleaning up. I liked the attention I received from the gay campers. This was the first time I had ever been exposed to a large group of gay people.Īt first, I was a little freaked out, but it turned out that the only jerk was my co-worker, he was giving me shit about the guys hitting on me. Since she lives with me, that's not very often, until now.įour years ago I was working for a catering company that was providing food service for a gay camping event on the Shenandoah River. I'm straight, when I'm with my girlfriend and like to play with guys when she's not around.
I live within a few miles of Front Royal, VA.