"We made our breakfast, and packed the gear, then headed out for the Appalachian Campground. The campground was two miles off the trail, but it was a ...opular place for thru-hikers to get supplied and a hot shower. It was all downhill from Blue Mountain, a drop of almost two-thousand feet, so we made the four miles to the campground in just over an hour.The two best things about the campground were hot showers and a laundry. The laundry washers were big, so the girls and I shared one and then. The "under" or base layer pair remained pristine. After I got myself together I retrieved my ruined hose. I unfurled them and then hung them by the coat hook on the stall door. I took a step back. Anyone who would come upon them would instantly recognize they had been worn. They were stretched out and in the shape of the lower body. I did a quick sniff of the feet. I was unable to distinguish an odor other than leather but I thought if someone was into leather smells it might turn him on. The. I go to the loo to wash my face and freshen up and come back and he had kept the mag where it was earlier, I ask him did he enjoy reading the mag, his face turned red but he quietly replied yes he liked the photos. He gathered courage and asked me if I was gay and I told him openly that I was and did not have any hassles as I worked for an all American company who was also an equal opportunity employer who did not differentiate between gay or bi or str8 people. He was amazed by knowing that. ) Its nose poked from the far side of the pumpsnearest us.Hank kicked his pants away, and carried me into the dim of the servicebay.There was a creeper in the otherwise empty space. Hank tumbled us onto itwith his cock still inside me, then buried it in my willing hole as hepinned me to the creeper.We grinned at each other; I'm sure my grin was as lunatic as his. A newsong started playing, and Hank resumed fucking my brains out.I'm glad that nobody came to investigate the moans and cries that.