Drug fueled camping voyeurism. Pt1 [FM]

When I was a freshman in college a few of my friends met up and they all decided to head out for a weekend of camping starting with a boat trip to a nearby island where we could setup. Even though I grew up on the beach, I don’t know shit about boating except you drink a lot and lay in the sun all day – and depending on your friends that can include taking a lot of drugs and partying.

What we thought was going to be this tiny boat to just get us onto the island, turned out to be our friend’s dad’s quite large boat which had a cabin larger than my bedroom at home. So, we end up taking it out into the ocean then just cruising up and down the inter-coastal before getting drunk enough to decide we needed to find the island.

And, what was supposed to be a camping friendly island, turned out to be just a chunk of sandy land with no bathrooms or any other type of setups, not even grills or anything. We docked and got our little campsite setup and it was very clear we were the only people not only on the island, but pretty much in sight. We’d be sitting ducks if Jason Vorhees decided to paddle up to the other side of the island.

Noah, the guy with the boat, is known as the local drug guy, and he didn’t disappoint. He showed up with a wide array of fun stuff. I, per my childhood mistakes and tendencies, tend to stick to mdma on most occasions, but a few in the group were diving head first into cokeland while drinking cans of light beer.

We had one big communal tent, but there was a couple with us that had brought all of their own stuff and were happy wandering off setting up their own little site with their own little tent, seemingly more than happy to be the ones that get quietly murdered and found while one of us goes off to pee later.

As we were coming up, and about three beers in, a few of us decide it is definitely time for a potty break. I tried to do the girl thing and get a group of us together to go, but not much luck since my two closer friends were off on coke-fueled rants with dude’s they barely knew. Noah rescued me and said he had to go too and would walk with me away from the camp site a bit. And, because he’s the only other character named so far, it’s quite clear now that we’re the heroes of the story, and it will be us who discovers one of our friends stuck to a palm tree with a machete five feet off the ground.

Noah and I were strolling off and it was about then that I realized my major downfall, I was wearing a one piece bathing suit and jean shorts and not just an easy to access bikini. I was doing the mental calculations of how much I cared at this point as he started looking around and declared this the spot to go. I handed him my beer and he turned around as I went through the ridiculous process of taking off a one piece which involved removing my shorts and leaning against a tree. I kept glancing and Noah seemed to be looking away.

After he easily slipped his willy out of his suit and pee’d, we started walking back and came across our couple friend’s campsite. We were in the process of walking up to say hi when I had to stop Noah. I had heard Suze making noises that weren’t normal talking and we walked around to see what was going on, and I wondered if maybe we weren’t the main characters, but were the first two that get killed while spying on friends making out.

Suze and her bf were actually inside the tent, which explained why their noises were a bit muffled. Noah and I glanced at each other, shrugged, and started sneaking up closer to the tent. As we got closer, the moans and flesh slapping sounds got louder, and Noah pointed to the side of the tent where I noticed the flaps were totally open and see through. We crouched low for some ridiculous reason that wasn’t stealthy or cool looking at all as we drunkenly scooted through sand rolling balls.

When we got around the side, Noah grabbed my hand and shushed me as we got an amazing view of Suze, completely naked riding her boyfriend on their sleeping bag. She was going to town, her hair was let down and she was totally covered in sweat. We were probably five feet away from them total and I could smell some kind of lotion like KY or something. Suze had her head back and eyes closed and her hands holding up her hair off of her sweaty body. She was grinding her hips down hard against her dude, who I wish I remembered his name, and bouncing on his cock. He was still holding a can of beer in one hand which I found hilarious for some reason. Suze was a soulless redhead and had way more freckles all over her body than I’d ever imagined and a poof of bright red pubic hair that looked wild against his dark pubes.

The sights had taken away from me noticing that Noah was still griping my hand and had pulled me in close next to him. He kept glancing at me like, is this OK to watch? I couldn’t help but smile. In the movies the ones watching step on a stick or something, but in this one, I tripped on a rock and made a pretty loud noise and Noah looked at me like I killed a cat, but they didn’t even slow down.

We kept watching as Suze got pulled off his cock and bent over, facing us, and fucked from behind. The dude was sweating profusely and kept wiping at his forehead with the can of beer. He was also grunting every time he thrust, which wasn’t that sexy, but the rest was pretty awesome to watch. We were mesmerized by Suze’s huge freckled covered tits jolting with each thrust and she was crushing her eyes shut like it hurt every time and then she’d let out a sigh or say fuck. She had a death grip on the edge of the sleeping bag and had balled it up under her and was cursing into it.

Noah fished his phone out of his pocket and I was silently trying to swipe it out of his hands before he took a photo and he gave me a, “What?” look, to which I gave him my best, “No!” that I reserved for my dog. He shooed my hand away and managed to snap a photo then handed me his phone. The picture was just all blurs of camplight. I stuffed it into the top of my suit because he wasn’t looking at me to take it back. It was at this point that I noticed he had a sizable bulge in his trunks. I nudged him and when he looked back at me I pointed at his crotch, and he pushed me and mouthed, Stop!

Suze’s low fucks had turned into much louder moans and fucks and she was slapping the floor of the tent. Her bf had turned bright red and was pouring sweat as he set down the beer and grabbed her hips, slamming his cock inside of her over and over. We heard Suze say rather loudly for the setting, “don’t fucking cum in me.” Noah looked at me and mouthed HOLY FUCK. I stifled a laugh at his reaction and realized I was very, very turned on and then realized this was probably when the machete would hit my head, I looked around nervously.

The Suze’s dude let out a low grunt and backed away from her a bit while shoving her on her side. He kind of shuffled up towards her and was stroking his very average looking dick. Suze leaned up and took over the stroking and wrapped her mouth around his dick, stroking all of his cum out as he exhaled and let out a really long, Jeeesus Chriiiiiist. I don’t know why it was so hilarious, but I had to cover my mouth.

Noah was holding a hand over his mouth also, and I reached out and squeezed his very hard dick that was straining his board shorts, and then took off running away from their tent. This was for sure machete time, but I didn’t really care, I was full bore rolling now and wanted to get back to the music and fun and make my own fun later instead of watching other people. Noah followed after me, both of us carefully high stepping through sandy patches as he caught up and grabbed me.

He looked at me the way someone looks at you expectingly when you’re about to kiss, and I felt a tingle in my whole body. His hands very casually fell around my waist and rested on the top of my ass. He leaned in close and I could feel his stupid hipster mustache brushing my top lip as someone nearby screamed, “Noah, where’s the goddamn blow?”

I burst out laughing and turned away, realizing we were like five feet from the rest of our group and they were all staring at us. I casually shot fingerguns at a few friends and grabbed a beer while announcing that Suze and her boyfriend were fucking off thataway which got the attention away from me long enough to steal someone’s folding chair and open my beer.

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The night got really crazy from there. I’m not going to say there were a bunch of murders, but there weren’t not a bunch of murders either. Well, shit if Suze’s dude was actually murdered I’d probably remember his name. Well, I hoped I would, I try to think of myself as a decent human being most of the time.

Anywhoooo, I’ll finish the second part of this later today, I’m not an 18 year old idiot anymore, I have a kid and they just woke up!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i7pb2h/drug_fueled_camping_voyeurism_pt1_fm