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My Voyeur

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 14 Apr 2002 1 comments
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by MeatBeatr The River�s Edge is a mostly gay male, clothing optional campground in northeastern Georgia. It is also a favorite place for my summer vacation.Before it was so heavily developed the campsites afforded a fair degree of privacy. A particular favorite was located along Beaver Creek at the end of a spur road. At the time of my tale the site was called D7 and it was on the path into the woods called "Fantasy Land". Except for a few social paths this section was undeveloped and was popular as the "cruising area". I especially enjoyed D7 because all foot traffic entering "Fantasy Land" came right past the fire ring. There was an almost unending parade of horny guys heading into the woods. Get the idea? Several years ago I was enjoying my campfire late one night. I had moved my VW camper across the end of the spur road so that my campsite was screened from view as you approached. Only until the last few feet could anyone see the fire, tent, and the remaining parts of my camp. Listening carefully to the night I heard footsteps coming up the road toward my site. The sound stopped when the walker was still perhaps ten or fifteen feet away. Just as his view of me was blocked by my van, so was my view of him. The warm July night made clothing unnecessary but I had covered my shoulders with an open sleeveless flannel shirt. Otherwise, except for my boots and socks, I was nude. I sat still for some minutes, listening for any movement from my guest. Hearing nothing, I returned to alternately poking the fire and stroking my dick. Most of the day I had spent at my fire, masturbating as the mood hit me and just hanging out, doing nothing particular. The foot traffic had been moderate all day long with a few guys stopping for a short chat, to share a smoke and pass the time of day. I had greatly enjoyed the freedom to play with my prick whenever I wanted. Now, in the middle of the night in the warm Georgia woods, I had a voyeur lurking around my van, watching me play with myself. My dick became VERY hard! I leaned back in my chair, spread my legs, pushed my prick down with my thumb and waved it around. I heard the footsteps move closer. I wrapped my fist around my dick, tugged on my nuts, and gave myself a few pounding strokes. From the corner of my eye I saw a plaid flannel shirt and blue jeans move just into sight, safely beyond the screen of my van. My voyeur was still 25 or 30 feet away and in the darkness I could not see his face, only his shirt, his jeans, and his arm. He was rubbing his dick bulge as he watched me masturbate. I exposed myself to him more obviously. With four fingers on the bottom of my shaft and the thumb on the top, I masturbated for him. I pulled my foreskin up and down over the head of my cock. I let my shirt fall back exposing my chest, and pinched a nipple with the other hand. The man spying on me in the darkness pulled his dick out and started to masturbate. My daylong jackoff routine had primed my pump. After only a few minutes of this lewd display I knew an orgasm was imminent. I again grabbed my dick in my fist, looked into the darkness and, unable to control my self any longer, blasted a load of cum all over my chest. As I shot my wad I could see my observer�s knees bend, his back arch, and his pelvis push forward. My voyeur was squirting his load on the ground watching me shoot on my chest. Spent, I reached for a towel to clean the mass of cum from my torso. When I looked up, he was gone.