Gay camping stories
Gay Campââ¬Â¦ by 7Wildwaysup
Author's Chapter Notes:
Itââ¬â¢s true what they say, gay boys own more funââ¬Â¦
Title: Gay Campâ¦
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 1653
Warnings: Humorâ¦
Beta Queen: BigJ52
EKG-Club July Challenge â“ Summer Camp
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Summary: Itâs true what they say, gay boys have more funâ¦
Gay Camp
âYou what?â
âI decided that we should do something for the gay youth at the GLC.â
âLindsay. Did you talk to Phillip or Tanis first?â
âIâm sure theyâre going to love the idea.â
âCamping?â
âYes. It will be fun.â
âWhoâs going to be the scout masters?â
âWell, I just figured that Ben and I could be the group leaders.â
âDid you even ask him first?â
âNo. But I know heâll do it. Benâs on summer break from instruction. So itâs perfect.â
âHave you ever been camping? H
Camping With Your Two Gay Dads
My very first camping trip was with my two gay dads, Alan and Sean. I was 12 years old. It was the first time mom had allowed me to spend time away with them and I was determined to make it go as smoothly as possible and therefore envisage future trips.
A Seemingly Amazing Idea
Alan (my living dad) was hell-bent on making my trip to the great outdoors the ultimate camping trial (I’m sure at the time he didn’t mean this as in my last camping experience). So, in the spirit of adventure, Sean (not so biological) thought it would be wonderful if I shot my very hold deer, cooked it and ate it. As you can imagine, the thought of killing Bambi didn’t exactly saturate me with pleasure, but seeing the look in Sean’s eyes, I decided to go with it (I imply we were out in Irish Midlands, how many deer were we going see)?
Aim and Shoot
Sean brought out his father’s rifle, which had been in his family for generations (I really wished it had stayed there). He loaded it, propped it up on tree stump and made me procure down low beside him. Then we just waited…and waited and waited, until finally we heard a noise! There was something behind the big wood to the
The campfire stories that help us become better men
Twice a year, I go away with 50 other men for a camping weekend. It’s like most blokes’ idea of a good period, with golf and surfing and lots of barbecue meat - except that all of us are sober and trying to be better men.
It was just after breakfast, on one of our weekends away, when Ian* came out as being male lover to all of us, sitting around the campfire. In his mid-50s and surrounded by men he’d only known a not many months, it took incredible courage. He got an instant curved of applause and plenty of hugs, as he sat in his camp chair sobbing, but smiling.
He was likely the only openly gay man among us on this particular Men’s Weekend, but I don’t think I saw a single negative - or even ambivalent - reaction. There’s a real cross-section of men who attend these weekends: from soft-spoken, left-leaning, white collar types like myself; to plain-speaking tradies with tats, thongs and hoodies.
What unites us - and I mean, genuinely unites us - is that we’re all sober, and that we’re all striving to lead better lives, partly by being vulnerable with each other like Ian
Gay Camping Coming Out Story
By J.
I'm 27 6'1" 181. I live within a few miles of Front Royal, VA. I'm straight, when I'm with my girlfriend and appreciate to play with guys when she's not around. Since she lives with me, that's not very often, until now.
Four years ago I was active for a catering company that was providing food service for a queer camping event on the Shenandoah River. This was the first time I had ever been exposed to a large group of gay people.
At 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. I liked the attention I received from the gay campers.
It was chilly, even though I had to set my shirt support on, the lgbtq+ looks got to be a petite too much after a while.
After we finished serving dinner, the same-sex attracted campers offered the catering crew some beers while we were cleaning up. I met some real awesome guys and was having a good age,
I wanted to stick around, but I had to go because my co-worker was driving. He was giving me shit about sticking around.
He was joking about leaving me until the morning if I don't rush up.
When I got home that evening I had a