I had just gotten dumped by a longtime girlfriend a couple weeks before, and I wasn’t taking it well.  I was frustrated with the world.At this stage of grief even thinking about women pained me, so I guess in my process I started thinking more about sex with men.  I’d always been bisexual, and though I leaned more towards women, I regularly had fantasies about men too.  Surprisingly, though, not only were my thoughts about men becoming more frequent, they were changing.  In the past I only thought of sucking a cock, usually a stranger’s, without thinking too much about the person or even the body it was attached to.  But in these new dreams, I was sucking and fucking a friend, or coworker, or someone else I knew.  Sometimes I was even kissing the man – a fantasy I had never had before. I wasn’t completely inexperienced with guys: I’d sucked a couple of dicks over the years, and even been fucked once, but it was just fun, no-strings sex. Now I was contemplating more.Still, sex wasn’t the first thing on my mind when I hit the trail that weekend.  Clearing my head was.  This particular weekend was in the middle of a record heatwave.  Outside the forest, the first day was a scorching one well into the 90s. Once on the trail, though, as I passed from the second-growth forest into the really big trees at the Wilderness boundary, the temperature dropped about ten degrees.  Suddenly it was just pleasantly warm.The first night, I hiked in just a couple miles to one of the first good camping spots. The next day I encountered a lot of people in the trail in the morning, as to be expected within a few hours’ hike of any trailhead on a busy summer weekend.By midday, though, I’d logged some real miles into the wilderness, and the crowds had thinned.Then later in the afternoon, I realized I hadn’t seen anyone else for a couple of hours.  More urgently, I also realized I hadn’t seen a suitable campsite for a couple of hours. Along the trail, up the ridge above the river, I saw no flat spots clear of vegetation, not even big enough for my tiny solo tent.I hiked for another hour, carefully scanning for a place to camp as the trail gradually dropped closer to the river.  Finally, I noticed a faint side trail leading downhill.  I followed it to a big flat area of dirt riverbank, partially shaded and overlooking a sweeping bend and a possible swimming hole. No one else here! I’d found my campsite.Since I was alone and it was still very warm out, before setting up camp I decided to lie out naked in a sunny spot. I spread out on my sleeping pad, keeping my shorts nearby in case anyone came along, though that seemed unlikely.  The day’s exertions had made my horny as hell, so I started stroking my aching member.Just a few strokes into this session, I heard a faint rhythmic thumping sound. That meant bootsteps coming down the hill. I pulled my shorts back on, and before long a fellow hiker strolled in. Fortunately, the tension of the moment deflated my dick just enough to keep my shorts from making a tent bigger than the one still strapped to my backpack.  He asked, “Sorry to disturb you, but could I possibly join you in camping here? I’ve been looking for a place to camp for hours, and this is the first spot I’ve rus escort seen.”I could see that while he might not have been as desperate for solitude as I, he was just as desperate for a place to sleep. The campsite was plenty big, so it would be unheard-of for me not to share. “Yeah, of course. I had the same problem. Great spot, huh? Looks like there might be a good swimming hole down there too. ““My name’s Phil, by the way,” he said, offering his hand. “I’m Joe. ““Yeah, I had my eye on the river as I came down the hill.  I wouldn’t mind cleaning up after a long, hot day on the trail. I mean … I hope you don’t mind if I go wash up. From higher up I saw you sunbathing, so I thought you might be okay if I skinny dip over there.”Oh shit, he saw me naked. Did he see me jerking off too? At least he was polite enough not to make any hostile or sarcastic cracks, if he had.“Yeah, it’s fine. I was about to go do that myself.””All right, let’s go.”My immediate thought was: hey, wait I didn’t mean that as an invitation.Anyway, we both stripped and went down to the water, hanging out for a while and chatting amiably, learning we had quite a few things in common. Phil was African-American, medium height and build and – I couldn’t help noticing – a fine looking cock. I realized if Phil were interested I could really go for him.  But I didn’t dare risk trying anything, especially out here in the middle of nowhere. You never know how someone might react.As we walked back to the campsite, not even bothering to dry off because it was so warm, he asked if I had a wife or girlfriend. I told him how Heather and I had just broken up a few weeks before and I was missing her.“Missing her, or missing sex with her?” He asked. “Well, both.”“Was she pretty good?”  He asked with a grin.I described her looks and added “most oral and adventurous woman I’ve ever met,” trying not to think about it too much lest I get hard in front of him.“Damn, that is a loss.”We sat down, enjoying the sun, both still naked. Phil went on to tell me he had just gotten divorced. He confided that although he still loved his wife and even enjoyed sex with her up to the end, adding – somewhat hesitatingly – that he had come to realize he actually preferred men.“Sorry, I don’t mean to freak you out, being naked next to you and all … I’m not going to try anything. I normally wouldn’t tell anyone about that on a trip like this, but you seem trustworthy enough. Just letting you know my story, is all. “I told him it was no problem and offered my support as an ally. “Thanks for that. It did feel good being able to tell that to a perfect stranger. You never know who is going to be on your side and who isn’t.  And being a lone black guy out here in the countryside is risky enough.””I know about that shit.  I have a black friend who I’ve taken camping and hiking just so he could get out into nature.  He said he wouldn’t dare go out alone, but with a white guy as cover, he feels safe.  Sorry, it’s still such a racist country.””Yeah, sucks.  I usually go with someone else for safety, but none of my friends were available, so I decided to go anyway. Not something I usually would do – even without telling yenimahalle escort someone I’m gay – but I figured on such a busy weekend it would be safer than usual.”“Well, you can trust me.  I have black friends and gay friends, but no gay black friends until now. Good for you, figuring out what you need in life.  God knows that’s what I’m trying to do. ““Yeah, that sounds tough. At least I got to choose to be single.   Sounds like you had a good thing going with … Heather, was it?”Well, now this conversation could go somewhere.  Even if he didn’t yet know I was bi, I knew he was gay.  But even as horny as I was, I wanted to finish my story first and heighten the tension a little.”Yeah, Heather. Damn, she was great. I guess I’ll find someone as fun to be around again someday, but I don’t know if I’ll ever find someone that great in bed. She really was the total package.”“That good, huh?” He raised an eyebrow. “Like how? Remember, a few months ago I was still having sex with my wife, so I can appreciate a good story.”“Well, okay. Like I said, she was adventurous. She wanted to try everything at least once.  Often only once, but that was part of the fun of it. Obviously we did things in every position imaginable, did it on a train once, plus she took it in the ass a couple times, and we did some watersports. That one she liked enough it got to be a regular thing for us. Towards the end, we were doing a lot of role-playing, costume stuff, and just before that we even had a threesome and a foursome … all her idea, too.  Not the usual guy trying to con his girl into a threesome when she doesn’t really want it.”I could see his dick was getting stiffer.  So was mine.He looked down as if to acknowledge this and said, “Sorry .. hey seriously, I’m not trying anything here. Just can’t help it given the subject matter. Feel free to change the topic.””No, it’s okay.  It’s nice to be able to talk about it.”  Looking at his nearly-hard dick, I definitely did NOT want to change the subject now.”Anyway, that shit’s amazing. If my wife was like that, maybe I’d had stayed with her. Especially if she let me play with guys too.” After a pause he added, “Ah, who am I kidding … not when it came right down to it. I do wish I could still bang her occasionally, but most of the time I want to be with a guy, so it had to end.  I am who I am. Dang though, a foursome? With another couple, you mean?”“Yeah.”“Did you swap? Or did the girls do stuff to each other while the guys sat and … you know, watched?”  He made a pantomime of masturbating, his cock fully erect now.“Yeah, we swapped. That was pretty amazing getting to bang my girlfriend’s roommate right in front of her.  And I didn’t mind watching her get fucked by her roommate’s boyfriend.  Then the girls did stuff to each other …” I knew the conversation was headed this direction anyway, here it came … “But we guys didn’t just watch.”Phil was looking me in the eyes now. “The girls talked you into doing stuff with another guy? How did that go?”“Just fine. It wasn’t exactly my first time with a guy. In fact, Heather and I first went out because she heard from my previous girlfriend that I was bisexual.”“Uh-huh.  Sooo … you like girls better, but you don’t mind getting with a guy if no girls are around, is that it?”My cock was pointing at the trees now. “Yep, that pretty much sums it up.”Phil licked his lips and looked at my thing. “There aren’t any girls around now,” he said. “Then I guess I don’t mind getting together with a guy,” I replied, smirking.We leaned in towards each other and started to kiss, our hands quickly finding their way to each other’s penises. He moved between my legs, saying “sounds like you need some relief first.“He took my dick in one hand and licked the head, swirling his tongue around it and then sucking it in. He took big long strokes. He could sense I was anxious and craved a fast release, so he moved his lips quickly up and down my shaft. Before I knew it I was dumping a large load in his mouth. As soon as he pulled off I kissed him again so I could taste my cum, then pushed him back so I could do him.“You know, down at the river I thought I saw you looking at my dick a few times. But when a white guy does that it’s usually not because he’s interested, but he wants to check out how big the black guy’s cock is. ””Yeah, well, in this case, I was interested.”His cock was pretty good-sized in its erect state, a little bigger than mine but not huge. I thought about how it might feel in my ass later, but right now, I wanted it in my oral orifice. Some precum had dropped down his staff, so first I licked that off, enjoying the taste and then taking him in my mouth. And what a taste. I’d been with a black woman once before and had enjoyed the earthy smell and taste of her thighs and crotch. But the inside of the pussy tasted just like any other woman. Which, of course, is to say awesome.With a black man though, it was different. I hadn’t thought about it before, but unlike with pussy where you taste the juices, when you suck a cock you mostly taste skin. Which meant I was still tasting that wonderful black skin as I sucked. I was just getting going when Phil stopped me. “I hear women’s voices.”I pulled my mouth off him. “Shut the fuck up”.”No, I mean it.” He started pulling away and muttered, “shit!”We quickly pulled our shorts back on. A minute later two women walked in toting heavy packs, braless under sweaty t-shirts, nipples erect just below their pack straps. Both of the women, seemingly suffering a bit from the heat, dumped their packs on the ground and sat on them, without saying anything. One woman seemed more composed than the other. After a moment she apologized and introduced herself as Sheena. “You guys okay in this heat?” Phil asked. Sheena explained that their water filter had jammed up, and they hadn’t had any water for half the afternoon. Both of us had spare bottles that were full, and immediately got them out and offered them. The other woman, Leah, seemed in worse shape than Sheena.  She was really red in the face, sweating profusely and breathing a bit too hard.  The sweat was actually a good thing because it meant that at least she hadn’t descended into heatstroke.   She drank a whole quart on the spot, and immediately looked a lot better. Leah stood up and turned her back to us, pulling off her soaked shirt and saying “hope you don’t mind me getting this stinky wet thing off me. We’re gay too” – what made them think that? Did they see us? – “so we figure we’re safe around you two. Definitely need to take off our shirts right now, without a couple of creepoid guys gawking and hitting on us.”