Cripple Creek
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I never have been one for camping. But, when you're only 18 years old, and it's considered to be "important family time", you don't usually get a choice in whether or not you get dragged along.
Such was the case this weekend. had decided that they'd pick me up from school and we'd head straight off to go camping. We were headed up into the El Dorado hills along the Cosumnes River, "we" meaning my parents my sister, her friend Patti, and me. Riding in the camper isn't necessarily bad, and in the absence of my sister this would have been the best part of the trip for giving me ample time to jerk off a time or two during the ride to the campgrounds. But, this time I had to deal with my sister and her friend chatting incessantly in the cabover area of the camper while I sat at the table and tried to read comic books as the truck and its load softly rocked along the gently twisting highway.
We finally arrived at the campground and found our spot near the river. Dusk would be settling pretty soon. Mom did the campsite arranging while dad leveled the camper. When finished with that, he then set up the small tent that would have normally housed me for the weekend. Adding to my frustration of not having enough privacy to satisfy my adolescent sexual urges during the trip, I now had to give up my tent to my sister and her friend so their constant girlish chatter wouldn't keep dad awake all night. That meant that I had to sleep in the camper with mom and dad, which in turn meant that there would be no late-night masturbation since I didn't need to attract the attention of my light-sleeping father by shaking the camper.
It was looking like it was going to be a long weekend.
Dinner was uneventful, my sister and her friend were annoying, and I quickly had gone through most of my collection of Superman and Captain America comics to the light of the Coleman lantern. I made a brief trip to the public restroom (no privacy there, either... dammit) and upon my return to our site I excused myself to the camper and settled myself into my cabover bed for the weekend. Well, after dusting out the crumbs of animal crackers left from my sister and Patti...
Mom came in for the night a few minutes later, followed by my dad once he had the girls safely tucked in. With memories of the many times that I had shared this spot in the camper with friends and the sexual explorations we had enjoyed, I tried to ignore the hard-on in my shorts as I fitfully fell asleep.
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The next morning, I awoke to find that mom and dad had gotten up before me, and had been replaced by the two girls in their bed. Still no privacy. Oh, well. I slipped on a tee-shirt, shorts, and my waffle-stompers, ran a brush through my hair, and stepped out to try to find something good in the day.
Dad was off fishing; fine with me since I hate fishing. When mom saw me, she put aside her Harlequin romance novel and fired up the gas stove to cook me breakfast. The weather was pleasantly warm, and a splattering of clouds overhead kept the sun from looking like it was going to get too hot. Once done with breakfast, I helped clean up, threw some fruits and snacks into a paper bag, kissed mom and told her I was going to do some hiking.
I headed for the river. Knowing that dad tended to fish the deeper water near the earthen dam just west of the camping area, I headed easterly along the riverbank. I was hoping to find a secluded area somewhere up-river, maybe a place where I could feel confident that I wouldn't be discovered so I could shed the few clothes I had and enjoy some skinny-dipping and a good dick-pulling.
I like being naked, especially outdoors. My problem at the moment was getting far enough away from folks that I didn't have to fear discovery. Just the thought of being naked out here and jacking off in natural surroundings made my dick stir in anticipation. Only a sense of propriety and a minor dose of caution kept me from going for it right here.
While there weren't really any people out where I was, there still wasn't really anyplace secluded or safe. "Safe" meaning that my younger sister and her friend, or anyone else, wouldn't somehow chance upon me and make a scene. I was about 20 minutes from camp and wasn't having much luck finding such a place, and my hopes for sexual release seem to be fading. I wished that I were on the other side of the river, which I understood to be government property, and pretty much void of people. There really was no getting there from here, though, since I knew the current to be too strong to try swimming much farther than a dozen feet or so from the shoreline.
It was then that I came to an ancient-looking barbed-wire fence, rusted and barely hanging on to rough-hewn posts driven into the ground, all the way to the waterline. The weathered sign that threatened to fall from a post at any moment indicated that I was about to stumble on Private Property.
Well, I had never hiked this far up the riverbank, but I figured now was as good a time as any to see what was on the other side of the fence. I carefully stepped over the sagging wire and let myself over, careful not to snag my shorts or cut my legs. Not sure what rules I may have just broken, I started working out a series of possible excuses and explanations I might have to come up with as I continued my journey up the riverside.
As I walked, I was getting encouraged over the apparent privacy of the area. Maybe I finally would get that chance to shed my clothes and go for a swim, followed by a pleasant jack-off. Or, maybe the other way around. Most likely, if I found the right spot, I'd beat my meat before and after my swim.
I came around a small hill to an almost cove-like setting. Looking around and then facing the water, with a small grove of trees to the right and behind me, and the hill I had just come around to my left, I could see that I had found my spot! I immediately untied my waffle-stompers and shed those from my feet, followed by my shorts and briefs in one swift move. I had been eating an apple that I had thrown into my bag, and after I had taken my last bite of it, I threw it in a high arc towards the opposite bank, then yanked off my tee-shirt over my head and tossed it aside before the apple core landed. The splash of the core into the water seemed to punctuate my sudden nakedness.
I headed to the water, but as soon as I got my feet in, I yelped and turned right back to dry land. Damn, that was colder than it should be this time of year! There would be no skinny-dipping this weekend, unless I wanted my balls to shrink in somewhere near my throat!
Oh, well... at least I now had privacy to masturbate. I laid on my back on the sandy cove and let the sun warm me all over. Then I reached down to my dick, feeling it stir in response to my chance for some pent-up release. I closed my eyes and hardened in no time as I started to pump my dick out in the open.
"What in Hell are ya doin' here?"
I looked up to find a man of about 60 years old staring down at me.
I scrambled to my feet as I stammered. "I- I..."
"You're on private property, young man!"
"Uh- I-"
"And you ain't doin' real well in the speech department, either," he growled as he looked around. "Who else is here with you?"
"N-n-nobody." I finally managed to blurt out.
The man seemed to relax a bit at my answer. He was about 5'6", lean built, with thin gray hair. All over. See, the man standing about two feet from me was wearing one of those sleeveless undershirts like my grandpa would wear.
And nothing else.
"I was told no-one came around these parts," he grumbled, "that I had two weeks of playing hermit. And now here you are."
"Sorry," was all I could muster.
He looked me over again, with a slightly different glare.
"How old are you?"
"I'm... uh..." My throat was dry. "I'm thirteen."
He looked me from top to bottom, then looked around.
"And there ain't no-one else with you?" he asked again.
"Back at the campsites."
He looked me all over again, with particular attention to my dick. He took a deep breath as if to say something, then seemed to stop in mid thought and shake his head.
"Well, then, you better be getting' back, hadn't you?"
I think it was obvious how deflated I was. "Yeah, I guess."
I bent down to pick up my tee-shirt. As I bent over, I got a good look at the man's cock. I must have stared at it for a long moment without realizing it.
"Never seen one?" he said hoarsely.
"Excuse me?" I said, snapping from my reverie.
"Never seen an uncut dick?"
I shook my head.
"No. It looks... different."
"Only when it's soft," said the man. "When it gets stiff like that nice looking hard-on you were just playing with, it looks about the same."
"Really?" I said, excitedly.
I was still staring at the man's cock. I guess the interest in my voice must have triggered something in him, because there was an obvious twitching to his hooded dick.
"What?" said the man, with a slightly shaky tone to his voice. "You want to... see for yourself?"
He closed his line with the same kind of uneasy laugh I use when I'm nervous. I answered in the same kind of gigglish voice.
"Yeah."
Without thinking further, I reached out and touched his sheathed cock. The man's stomach convulsed in surprise, then he gently pushed my hand away.
"You sure you want to be doing that?"
I finally looked up into his gentle eyes and nodded.
"Can I?"
The man looked nervously about.
"Grab yer clothes, then."
I picked up my stuff. He smiled at me and took my hand, then led me away from the open water to an area behind the trees where he had a large tent. He directed me inside, then followed me and zipped the tent closed. He turned back to me, then slipped off his tank top.
I figured the man to be about halfway between my dad's age, and my grandpa's. He was only a couple inches taller than me, with soft brown eyes and a friendly smile. Seeing him fully naked, I thought he had a nice build; soft, but not fat. His legs were nicely muscled, and tanned like the rest of him. His chest and pubic hair were gray and medium-thick. He lay onto a spread-open sleeping bag and took my hand to draw me down beside him. I complied with no resistance.
"We really shouldn't be doing this..." sighed the man, nervously.
I didn't pay his concern any mind. I sat cross-legged next to him and started to fondle his uncut dick. Gently playing with it in my hands, I could feel it start to thicken slightly to my touch. The man let one of his hands rest in my lap, where he started to play with my dick and balls, too.
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