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TWO BLACK GAY GUYS
It was probably the second week of the vacation getting male nudists to pose with Dollie for tittie pictures at the State park along lake Michigan in the small sand dunes. We were then in our mid-twenties and two skinny horny over grown kids. We’d gotten many pictures of Dollie topless posing with maybe a dozen different naked guys around our ages that morning.
We were both in a kinky mood from the tittie fondling and talk about nudity. As we’d done many times over many summers, we were walking naked down along Lake Michigan toward the southern park boundary. We’d cross the short shallow river that spilled into the lake and continue at least ½ mile farther to a fishing pier beyond the park property. There was a small road from an area of town we didn’t know about to a small parking lot where fishermen parked. There was no special reason for ending our walks there, other than it was a long way back to the main beach and even farther to our RV site.
Well, Dollie did enjoy teasing fishermen on the pier and along the lake front in that area. She’d often remain topless, as we put our bottoms back on farther from the pier. Dollie would pose for pictures with several fishermen, usually old men. Did this for many years too. After a short visit and rest , we’d head back north.
I have no idea how far this pier was from the main swimming beach or the campground. It took from around 9 AM till just before dark to walk all the way to the pier and back to our RV. Of course, we’d stop to swim, sunbath, have sex, play games, and relax. Most of the time we were alone. We’d meet the occasional hiker and lone sunbather. We had always felt as if we were being watched for years. We soon learned there were often voyeurs along the dunes and brush lined dunes areas. Probably often were watched! You know the feeling. We used them to our advantage later, as we got more used to exhibitionism.
But this story is about two black gay men. The southern border of the park was perhaps a ¼ mile south of the small river. That ¼ mile section away from the beach was off limits and an overgrown restoration area. Back on the north side of the little river there is a trail that follows the river to a marsh area where it begins. The trail interconnects with other trails that go through the woods all the way back to the main picnic areas of the park. There are parking lots with trails from each to the lake front. These don’t begin until north of the sand dunes areas.
All of this area is for families and kids to hike. Both sides of the small river there is very little brush until well into the marshy areas. This river sometimes stops before Lake Michigan during drier times when the waves create a natural dam. Likewise, there are times we had to go into the lake and swim around the mouth of the fast moving river to the other side. Got the picture?
As we were walking back toward the main beaches and campground we could see two black men on the trail perhaps 350 feet from the Lake Front, on the north side of the river. Both were naked and right out in the open. One man was very tall and big. Not fat, muscular and large. Dollie said his cock was 12” long. She still says that but I don’t think so! The other black man was smaller built with maybe a 6” prick. The little guy was sucking and masturbating the big dude! In the open, where kids, families, and us could see them! Not a good thing and not a safe thing if there were kids around. Stuff like that causes nude beaches to be shut down!
I was still naked and Dollie topless, wearing a small bikini bottom. When those two men saw us looking toward them, they ducked back into the under brush. We crossed the river and continued down the beach. Dollie kept talking about that big black cock! Now I don’t want to be braggin. But my very own hard-on was about midway between those two numbers I mentioned.
Yep, I did it again. As we walked farther away, I dared Dollie to go back and ask them to pose for tittie pictures with her. I reasoned that if she did she’d get a close up look at that large black cock. Dollie had never seen one this large, or many black pricks. So she was all for this adventure.
I figured they’d be long gone by then anyway. But they were still there! I told Dollie we’d be sneaky and sneak up to where they had been. Maybe we’d catch them in the act again. We did! We were both sneaky and we did catch the little guy sucking that big prick! They had moved slightly off the narrow trail into a small opening beside the trail. But we were there before they could stop or cover up. Actually this cock sucking thing was a first for both of us to see. Sort of funny. The little guy put on his underwear but the big man didn’t. Dollie was getting her eyes full of large black cock! Remember, I was also naked and Dollie wearing only a tiny bikini bottom. Sort of an awkward situation.
--- But Dollie was a trouper. She explained why we were there and asked the two black gay guys to pose holding her titties for some photos. Both men were friendly and loved the idea. First the big dude with the large cock held Dollie’s boobs as I took some 110 film photos. They didn’t care what kind of camera I had or even if I had one. They just wanted to play with white tits! Actually Dollie’s boobs were golden brown from a great sunbathing summer.
---The big guy had that cock all over Dollie’s body: rubbing her hips, thighs, ass cheeks, even between her legs from the rear. I took way more pictures of him and Dollie than I needed. But the little guy, with his underwear on, was shy. The big man and us had to beg him to stand next to Dollie with the bigger man on the other side. The big dude wasn’t shy. His hands were on Dollie’s tits almost nonstop, squeezing and rubbing them. All three of us had to walk the little man through the photo shoot. Had to beg him to hold a tit and stand next to Dollie rather than behind her. We also begged him to remove or pull his underwear down. When he didn’t Dollie did! This was another surprise. She didn’t touch his prick. But had his pants down to his knees for a few pictures.
I can’t remember if I was in any of those photos or not. Been so long ago and we were extra nervous. Still, those two men were very gentle and polite. By this time, it was beginning to get dark out and we had a long walk. Those black men offered to drive us back to our RV. They weren’t parked too far away in the last parking lot on the park drive. Race or color had nothing to do with it. We just didn’t feel safe riding with two strangers in this secluded area of the park. We did walk with them to where they were parked, thanked each other again, and walked down the park road to the campground.
This way was partially lighted and shorter than following the beach and walking from the main park to our RV. As we walked alone in the moonlight, we questioned what we’d just done. Again, it wasn’t who we played the game with, but where. We had always had an escape route or knew where other people were in case we needed to yell or run. Not that time. This is a very isolated remote area where few people go, even during afternoons. But everything worked out fine, again.
Later that evening, we were in for a surprise. As we often do, we took a walk through a section of the campground after we ate. Since we’d walked a lot already that day, we decided on a short walk down a nearby loop we hadn’t been down lately. At the end of that loop, sitting beside an RV, were those two black men and their families. We did what we do when we pass other campers, we waved and walked on by. Actually, we often stop and visit awhile. But didn’t think this time was such a good idea! I do believe we were all surprised.
Next morning we were driving into town or taking a ride. Out of curiosity I drove down that loop. Two campsites were empty, including the one where we’d seen those men. I stopped and read the campground passes which they had left behind. In fact, I kept one of them. We now knew who they were and where they lived. Didn’t matter. Never used that information.
Fast forward to after we retired to Florida. Sometime between 1998-2002 we camped up there again. No nudists and no one seemed to know anything about nude sunbathing in the park. Bummer. This sometimes happens. Perhaps self policing didn’t prevent public indecency. Never found out.
But we were in for another surprise as we drove around through the campground. At the end of that same short loop, same place, was an RV with the big black guy walking around near it! A lot of years had passed, we were sure this was the same man! I wanted to stop this time. But what would we say? If it were the same man, would he remember us? Perhaps he would have loved to reminisce about a brief meeting so many years ago. But then again, the gay part of our meeting might not be something he’d want to remember. We knew that both men had wives and kids. Both men loved titties.
I’m not gay so don’t understand being part gay! I’ve never had a man suck my cock and don’t believe I ever will. But it might be fun. I do know for sure, I’ll never be a cocksucker!