Date: Fri, 20 Mar 2020 18:28:40 -0500
From: KT <keybedder@aol.com>
Subject: Craigslist I: The Naked Camper by K. Nitsua

CRAIGSLIST I: THE NAKED CAMPER

It's been years now since they vanished, but I still miss the Craigslist
personals. Sure, they were filled with fakes, phonies and pic collectors.
Even if you managed to hook up through one there was no guarantee that
you'd actually have a good time.

Once in a great while, though, answering an ad could lead to a unique,
unforgettable encounter. The one I'm about to tell you about happened years
ago, but I remember it as if it were yesterday.

It was a warm October evening in Texas, a typically dull weekday. I was
scrolling through the M for M ads to entertain myself. The pickings were as
slim as usual. Sometimes it seemed as if the same half dozen trolls posted
their ads every day, not bothering to change their copy, their pics or even
what day they were looking to meet.

This ad, though was different. I was sure I'd never seen it before.

"Camping Naked. Waiting for You."

I clicked on the title, intrigued.

"I'm spending tonight in a tent somewhere on my hundred-acre property next
to Lake M---. I've built a fire and stripped buck naked. If you're
interested in joining me..."

That much was followed by the usual request for stats and a photo. There
were two photos posted in the ad. One looked like a satellite shot from
above, showing the lake and dense green woods surrounding it. An arrow
pointed to a spot that I assumed was the campsite. The other was a blurry
snap of what looked like a lean and hairy male torso. It didn't show much,
but it was enough for me.

Short and to the point, and the guy looked decent, assuming he had actually
posted a pic of himself. The thought of doing it outdoors was a definite
turn on--I'd always had a wild streak. So did he, if he was telling the
truth. Why not?

I clicked the "Reply" button and sent my stats and a pic that revealed just
enough. I wasn't expecting a response. Most of the time I got nothing back
at all, since I was past a certain age and told the truth about what I
looked like. I'd gotten used to it--being ghosted was better than wasting
time on e-mail or text conversations that ended up going nowhere. Still,
there was always the hope that this time it might be different.

The reply came back within a few minutes.

"Nice pic and stats. U serious?"

I typed a reply.

"Very serious."

"Got GPS? Will send directions."

Minutes later I was driving on the freeway going north from the city. His
next few messages had been brisk and businesslike--giving me his number so
we could text each other, asking me to let him know when I got off the
freeway.

I exited where the GPS told me to and pulled over to tell him. Then I began
to drive westward. This was unfamiliar terrain to me, but the roads were
clearly marked and the countryside was pretty.

I was heading for an address that wasn't his location, but some random
house in a cul-de-sac near the lake. According to him I would see a dirt
parking lot nearby. I was supposed to leave my car there, slip through an
opening in the fence, and start walking down the hill.

The sun was low to the horizon and the light had turned golden by the time
I got to the address he had given me. Everything was as he described
it. There was just one vehicle in the dirt parking lot, a battered green
pickup truck facing the chain link fence. A sign warned: "Private
Property. No Trespassing." It sloped downward, following the overgrown
terrain behind it.

It took me a moment to find the narrow gap, partly hidden by a tree. The
trail was clear, following the fence, but bumpy and irregular. I made sure
I had my phone and started clambering down the hill, occasionally grabbing
the top of the fence for support.

At the bottom the woods thinned out. Long ago someone had cleared away the
trees and they had been replaced by vines and other tangled growth. Looking
ahead of me I could see the blue waters of the lake. Although much of the
property around it had been developed with residences, I couldn't see any
structures on the opposite shore from where I was. Even though I was just a
short walk from civilization it was as if I were lost in the wilderness.
Meeting a naked stranger was a fitting thing to do in such surroundings. I
felt my cock harden inside the flimsy khaki shorts I had on.

The chain link fence I was following came to an end, and soon after that
the trail I was on ran into another, larger path. I turned to the left as I
had been instructed and sent him a text.

"Watch for stone house on right. Should come to it in a few minutes."

The early evening air was warm and still. There didn't seem to be any
living creatures around, not even mosquitoes, for which I was thankful. I
stripped off the t-shirt I had on and stuffed in my waistband as I
continued to hike.

The minutes ticked by as I walked along the trail. No house came into view
and I began to worry. Paranoid thoughts began to flash through my mind. Was
this all some trick, or even an ambush, set up to trap a horny, gullible
gay guy?

"I don't see any house," I texted him. "Am I going the wrong way?"

"Only one way. Keep looking right."

Finally I saw it between me and the lake. "House" was a kind
description--it might have been one once, but it was now just a stone ruin,
overgrown with vines, missing its roof and with maybe two walls standing. I
exhaled, relieved enough to be annoyed.

"Where the heck are you? How much further?"

"Keep walking. Almost there."

I shrugged and kept walking--it was too late to turn back. Minutes later my
phone chimed in my back pocket.

"I can see you. Look up the hill."

I obeyed, and saw a faint side trail snaking up toward the woods. Just
where the first trees started I could see a tent pitched on the ground and
the glow of a fire. A bit further down the hill there was a picnic table, a
human figure perched on top.

This was real. My heart thudded in my chest as I hurried up the trail. As I
got closer I saw a rectangle of blue tarp on the ground next to the table,
but that barely registered. I was staring at him.

He was sitting on top of the picnic table, feet on the bench, leaning
forward with his elbows on his thighs. As promised, he was naked except for
a pair of hiking boots on his feet. I hadn't really thought about what he'd
look like, but he was cute--lean and hairy-chested, with a buzz cut and
tatts on his biceps. His knees were apart and I caught a glimpse of his
erect cock rising from the shadowed area between his legs.

"You made it." His smile was crooked and unexpectedly charming.

I stopped some distance away, panting and still a bit hesitant. I nodded.

"Lose those clothes. No one's around."

I stepped out of my shorts, leaving them and my t-shirt in a heap, and
walked toward him, my own cock rising in front of me. I bent down when I
got to the picnic table and took his cock into my mouth almost before I'd
seen it. It was cut, salty with precum, and delicious. At first he was
silent, but after a few moments of my sucking him a faint moan began to
rise from his chest.

"Yeah man. Nice."

"Mm hmm," was all I could say, my mouth stuffed with cock. I was still
trying to convince myself that this was all happening, balling in the
middle of the woods with a hot stranger, a gay porn fantasy suddenly come
true.

A moment later his hands under my armpits pulled me to my feet. He sidled
down until he was sitting on the bench and began to suck me in turn. I
watched my wet shaft sliding in and out between his lips, caressing the
back of his head, pulling at his nipples, getting a grunt of approval. He
backed up onto the table, pulling me with him. A moment later we were in
the sixty-nine position on the top, our heads between each other's
legs. His fingers pulled at my cheeks, and I moaned as I felt his tongue
snake into my asshole.

He turned his body around and his face came into view. He whispered in my
ear.

"I want to fuck you."

I'd already decided I wanted that cock up my ass. I nodded up at him.

"Fine by me."

He jerked his head toward the folded blue tarp that lay on the ground next
to the picnic table.

"We better do it down there. This thing's got splinters."

We more less tumbled to the ground from the top of the table, we were in
such a hurry. He quickly got me on my back again and reached behind one of
the wooden legs. When his arm came up again his hand held a small plastic
bottle. He grinned.

"Figured we'd need this."

He didn't waste a second. A squeeze, then two quick swipes of lube, one to
my asshole and one to his dick. The next moment I felt I felt a blunt,
slippery object pressing between my upraised legs. I barely had time to try
and relax before his cock broke through and surged through me.

I yelled, more in shock than in real pain, though I'd be lying if I said it
didn't hurt. He bent down and whispered, "Shh...sorry." That was
sweet. Another moment passed. "You okay?"

I nodded. "Fuck me."

His hips began to move and I forgot about the rough entry. I forgot about
everything except the reality of the moment, shoved naked onto the bare
ground, rocks digging into my back despite the tarp, taking this stranger's
bare cock in the middle of nowhere. I looked up at the trees, the sky, the
scattered clouds still lit with the fading light of the evening, my
sneaker-clad feet that jerked every time he slammed into me.

Then his crooked grin filled my vision, his hot breath bathing my face,
sweat dripping off his brow onto my forehead. I grabbed the back of his
head and drew him to me. Our lips and tongues tangled as he stepped up the
pace of his thrusts. I felt a fire building in my gut and looked down to
see white spurts shooting from my cock, across my heaving stomach. I'd cum
without touching myself.

"Oh fuck!"

He looked down and I heard him mutter, "Hot." He leaned back, watching his
pole slide in and out of my hole. I craned my neck up so I could watch his
hairy stomach and the top of his bush working. He bent again over my spent
body, slamming full force into me. The heat and friction of his raw dick
started to burn. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more his eyes
squeezed shut. Strangled grunts issued from between his tightly clenched
teeth. I wrapped him in my arms, squeezing my inflamed asshole tight around
his pulsating cock as it delivered its load into me.

It seemed to last forever, though we couldn't have fucked more than a few
minutes. I wish it had been longer. We loosened our grip on each other
almost at the same time, expelling our breaths in huge sighs. He
straightened up. I slumped back on the blue tarp.

He traced a finger through the splashes of cum on my stomach, then raised
it to his lips and licked it. He wiggled his tongue playfully.

"Tasty."

I squeezed my ass muscles around his dick still inside me.

"Got yours too."

He drew his body back and up, exiting as suddenly as he'd entered. He stood
up, and I got a good view of his softening organ dangling downward,
glistening with lube and cum. He smiled again and took my outstretched
hand, helping me to my feet.

We faced each other, still sweating and breathing faster than normal. By
now it was almost dark.

"Want to sit by the fire and have a beer? I got some in the tent."

He was inviting me to spend the night here with him. Right at that moment
sanity kicked in. I was in the middle of what seemed like miles from
anywhere, not absolutely sure how to get back, with someone I didn't
know. I still had to go to work bright and early tomorrow morning.

I shook my head. "I ought to get going."

He looked disappointed but not altogether surprised. "Back the way you
came, man. Be careful."

I was already picking up my clothes scattered nearby, all too aware that it
was getting hard to see. "Thanks, buddy. Have a good night."

He inclined his head with a slight smile. I took a last look at his lean
body, his chiseled face, his dangling cock, then started down toward the
main trail. I didn't look back.

It wasn't that bad at first, retracing my steps. I carried my clothes in my
hand, using the light on my phone when I had to, treading carefully. The
night air felt cool and pleasant on my skin, drying the remaining cum on my
body. The crack between my cheeks soon grew slippery with lube and cum that
was leaking out despite my best efforts.

I passed the ruin that had been my landmark on the way in, looking white
and ghostly as the beam caught its walls. After that the walk seemed longer
than I remembered coming in. Just as I was getting a bit panicky my phone
light caught the glint of the chain link fence in front of me. Panting with
relief, I turned and hung onto it as I climbed up the hill, stumbling a bit
in the dark.

I didn't put my clothes back on until I was back at the parking lot, just
before slipping through the gap in the fence. After the long and anxious
return hike driving seemed easy. Back at home I dragged myself through a
shower and other cleaning activities before falling into bed naked, still
slightly damp and completely exhausted. I was asleep almost in an instant,
but not before a last image of the stranger's crooked grin flashed through
my brain.

I never saw him or his campsite again. We had each other's numbers, of
course, and texted some about a repeat after that. We never could get our
schedules to line up and his messages stopped. I would for sure have
enjoyed another go, and I like to think he would have too. In a way,
though, some things are perfect just as they are.

I still have him in my contacts list, though I haven't talked to him in
years: N.C., for Naked Camper. Thanks, buddy, for the memory.

END