Site #9 was a good trek away from #10, I had never been there before. Nice beer dude told me that the guy with my shirt was at camp site #9, he told me to look for a guy with a Hurley T-Shirt (now I wanted my shirt back). While walking back to my truck this dude approached me and handed me a beer, he told me to chill and that the some guys had the “straight boys” shirt and were having fun with it after I had left. I felt really uncomfortable and started to leave.
There were about 20 guys around the fire, and few of them were laughing, I knew that they knew where my shirt was. I walked to the river, where we were setup earlier, and found that my shirt was no longer hanging on the tree. When I arrived the guys thought I had come back for my shirt (I forgot that I had taken it back off and left it hanging on a tree) so I just went along with it, said yes, that’s why I returned. She really pissed me off and I walked out I drove 40 miles back to the gay camp site. I had only been home an hour or so before my girlfriend started giving me shit about something I did or didn’t do. Especially the dude with the Hurley T-shirt. When I got home that evening I had a few more beers and could not help but think about having my cock sucked by a guy. He was joking about leaving me until the morning if I don't hurry up. He was giving me shit about sticking around. I wanted to stick around, but I had to go because my co-worker was driving. I met some real awesome guys and was having a good time, It was cool, even though I had to put my shirt back on, the queer looks got to be a little too much after a while.Īfter we finished serving dinner, the gay campers offered the catering crew some beers while we were cleaning up. I liked the attention I received from the gay campers. This was the first time I had ever been exposed to a large group of gay people.Īt first, I was a little freaked out, but it turned out that the only jerk was my co-worker, he was giving me shit about the guys hitting on me. Since she lives with me, that's not very often, until now.įour years ago I was working for a catering company that was providing food service for a gay camping event on the Shenandoah River. I'm straight, when I'm with my girlfriend and like to play with guys when she's not around.
I live within a few miles of Front Royal, VA. There was also a fair share of the more NSFW responses from “straight” men who told their stories of having sex with men, but we’ll let you explore those for yourself.I'm 27 6'1" 181. I have to say the big difference was the feel of stubble, and the more aggressive tongue action.” Meanwhile, one man wrote: “I frenched a guy in a very drunken game of truth or dare.
“While selling Jell-O shots at the door during a holiday party, I let a big bear man kiss me on the cheek because he asked nicely, after I gave him a free Jell-O shot for buying like 10 of em.” “So I obliged and he slept well for the first time since the funeral.”Īnother straight man opened up about the time he worked as a security guard at a gay bar. His love life is in shambles so he didn’t want another gay man because he knew they would just ty to f**k him as part of the deal. Said he just needed someone to cuddle with for comfort so he could get a good night’s sleep. “Reason being – his dad had recently died and he had been sleeping poorly since (lives alone).