Pilgrimage to Rock River
Dear reader: the following is true account.
This past July offered an abundance of scorching days in New England, with highs in the 90s, providing perfect summer weather for a pilgrimage to the legendary gay Mecca known as Rock River near Brattleboro, Vermont.
Having no obligations (and avoiding any that may have arisen) I awoke at 5 am, packed a few things necessary in my backpack to keep my energy going all day and made the drive in record time, arriving about 7:30
The mile-long trail along the river can be treacherous but it is always worth the walk. Rock River offers a series of beaches along the clear, cold Rock River, which was very low for this time of year. There is a community waterhole and beyond that a series of trails and beaches that are clothing optional on land protected by conservation easements. Several beaches are mixed couples or primarily lesbian groups, but the last set of beaches is entirely gay. The upper levels above the largest beach sometimes resemble a 20-acre outdoor bathhouse.
I claimed a place along the river in a nice sandy area and noticed the water was low and cool. A small rock dam stretching 75 feet from shore to shore needed some work. For the next hour I added layer upon layer of flat stones, raising the water level by nearly a foot. As the name suggests, there is plenty of rock available to build a dam. Despite being thigh deep in the cool water, I was sweaty, so I plunged in, washed off the sweat and headed to the upper woods for some cool air, a snack and to see what was available for entertainment.
Claiming one of my favorite spots atop the first hill where all the walking trails intersect, I opened a water, munched on some trail mix and waited only a few moments for the first visitor to walk by. He was stunning, somewhere between late 20s and mid-30s. Standing about 6'2", his lean, sinewy frame held 180 pounds, with a furry chest and belly and an amazingly long cock that he was trying to squeeze into a silicone cock ring. But even more amazing was the silicone ball stretcher that pushed his large balls a good 6 inches below his cock. I watched closely as he adjusted his cock ring but he apparently was having trouble getting hard. Naturally, I offered to assist and was amazed when he consented.
He walked over to where I was seated and I engulfed his very thick cock, which quickly filled out but didn't get terribly hard. I fondled his large balls protruding from the silicone stretcher and he moaned. We went at it for a few minutes and I asked him to sit on my bench when his knees began shaking. I knelt between his splayed legs and resumed sucking and jerking, prompting more moaning as I slid my finger back toward his taint. He jumped and moaned louder when I touched his pulsing hole. I asked if he liked to be rimmed and he quickly stood and bent over. I buried my face and tongue in his hairy crack and licked and nibbled and made love to his twitching hole while slowly sliding my hand up and down his cock with an occasional lick of his tortured balls.
I asked him to sit again, this time on the edge of the bench so I could deeply finger and suck. He was all for it, groaning as I slid my finger over his prostate and coaxing a bit of pre-cum to his cock head, which by now was a deep purple color. But he was emphatic that he didn't want to cum. He asked me only to edge him. As I slid my mouth all the way down his cock, burying my nose in his fragrant pubes, he gently caressed my head and shoulders, which made me groan around his cock. Nothing is better than a considerate and gentle top who urges better suction and appreciates considerate foreplay. He kept saying that I had a great talent, my finger was doing amazing things to him, and my mouth was keeping him on edge. But he was too close.
We took a break, wandering about as more men filled the trails looking for partners. Meeting a half hour later on a trail, we greeted each other as long-lost friends and then stood transfixed, caressing and massaging each other, getting hard, kissing, nibbling, talking tenderly. We talked deeply and frankly about the need men have for companionship, for being held, for the wholeness of being sensual. He told me his name was Jeff, from Connecticut, up for the day to cool off in the summer heat. Again we parted but from time to time saw each other on the beach or in the woods
The crowd grew quickly throughout the morning and early afternoon. It was a frisky time. I have rarely seen or participated in so much vigorous outdoor sex. I returned to the river several times to cool off. About 2 pm, I again wandered up to the trails, now full of cruising men of all ages, shapes, sizes, attitudes and cocks. I've rarely seen so many men at Rock River. The eye candy was awesome and almost everyone was friendly, with little arrogance or attitude. Today there were lots of smiles, pleasant talk, and compliments about physique, tattoos, and cocks.
I saw Jeff on a back trail playing with a group of three other guys. I watched from afar, not wanting to intrude. The leader this group seemed to be one of the few unpleasant people on the trails that day. He had an arrogant attitude because he had an enormous cock I guess. Mr. Big Dick seemed to take charge and led Jeff and two others up the hill to the next level. I clearly was not invited by Mr. Big Dick, although Jeff did give me a wink, a nod and a sweet smile as they walked away.
I wandered for awhile and chatted with a couple of guys, including two brilliant red heads. The older guy, maybe 50, was big and burly, with copper red hair and a very fat uncut cock in a cock ring. I'd say it was easily six inches soft and a good handful around. The other young guy was a milk-white skinny twink with fiery red wispy hair and a crooked smile. He wore bright yellow boxer briefs which hinted at a very nice endowment. He laughed when I told him he was overdressed and the three of us chatted for a few minutes. They wandered off and a few minutes later I saw Mr. Big Dick and his two minions stomp down the hill where they had taken Jeff, looking less than pleased. That was an interesting development. I decided to do some research.
I hiked to the top of the hill to find Jeff in the center of a small group, including the two red heads, getting blown by the Red Twink. I walked up and Jeff smiled, inviting me with his eyes to participate. So I stepped behind him and cradled his wonderful body as he melted into my arms. We made gentle love as I caressed his back and chest, kissed his neck and ear, and rubbed his hairy bum. He pushed back as I slid a finger into his crack and he moaned in my ear as I kissed him.
I used some lube to grease my right middle finger and slid it home. He bucked his hips when I found his prostate while the young redhead sucked him. Red Twink had lost his yellow undies and was sporting a very hard, very straight, very red 7-1/2 in cut cock. With my finger still buried in Jeff, I knelt beside him and took both of his large, stretched balls into my mouth. I couldn't believe I had both of them in my mouth. Jeff held my head and bucked his hips, forcing the Red Twink to work hard to engulf his rampant cock.
By this time we had drawn a crowd of maybe 20 guys of all ages, watching us but also playing vigorously nearby. Jeff was getting close. I could feel his prostate swelling and twitching on the tip of my finger. He popped his balls from my mouth and pulled his huge cock from the Red Twink's mouth as he fired a stream of cum all over the boy's face, chest, arms and legs. It was a torrent of cum and I felt every pulse as his prostate squeezed out every round. When Jeff stopped shooting, he slumped, so I quickly stood and again cradled him from behind. I held him and kissed his neck as the sweat dripped off him and he gulped deep breaths.
We weren't done. The Red Twink was still on fire, rock hard, looking for more. He stayed on his knees and sucked a few random cocks while jerking his own engorged bright red dick. I was more than ready. Jerking hard, I leaned over the Red Twink's kneeling body and plastered his chest and abdomen with my own four-day load of cum. Jeff watched and approved, reaching down to smear our collective cum over the Red Twink's body as he reached his own massive climax.
Overall, it was an awesome day of uninhibited outdoor sex with some of the most attractive men I have encountered in many years. I never got back to Rock River this summer. But it remains one of the epic encounters in memory.
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