This happened years ago, when the first smartphones came out, quickly followed by sex hookup apps. I had heard about this from a guy I used to meet from time to time, and when funds allowed bought a phone and signed up. 

It proved an immediate success and, as I traveled a lot for work, it became an essential tool to keep me busy on the nights I was away, as well as providing welcome relief at short notice when I was just feeling horny.  

With a young family we didn't fancy overseas holidays, but did try a few of the more upmarket caravan parks dotted around the UK. On this particular occasion we were on a very nice site in Wales, which had a campground next to it that shared facilities. After a few days I was feeling restless and horny but, not knowing the area, could not use my usual release by going for a bike ride to my local cruising spot.

Logging into my phone app though I was surprised to find several men fairly close by, and one in particular was almost on my doorstep, online and looking for a top. I messaged him and in moments got a positive response. He was the driver for a school group who were camping in the field next to me. The whole party had gone into town to eat and go to the cinema,  so he had an hour free and a tent to himself. 

I told the family I was heading out for a bike ride and, after taking a long diversion to avoid being seen heading into the tent site, spotted my hookup waving to me as promised. He was mid 60s, medium height and build, a nice smile and, from what I could make out from his low res profile pic, the owner of a very nice shaved body.  

Stashing my bike we crawled into the tent and zipped the front shut. Both of us were horny and excited, so in moments we were both naked. He purred with delight at the sight of my hard meat and I was equally impressed with his tool. I would guess 6" and cut, but looked bigger because he was totally hairless. 

Cut cocks are my favorite to suck, so as we lay down together and before our lips met, I spat in my hand and started to stroke that delicious prick, He groaned with pleasure, muffled by our intertwined tongues. He was a great kisser, really wet and sloppy, just how I like it. I had intended working my way down his body to claim my prize, but he beat me to it, pushing me onto my back and licking down my neck and torso to my crotch. Here he thoroughly tongued me, tasting my thighs, balls and shaft before finally taking my  helmet in his lips. 

Although we had a time limit he seemed in no hurry, and his cock sucking was gentle, slow and amazing. I'm always noisy at the best of times and a talker, so his expert work had me gasping and groaning in between begging him to suck me harder. In the cramped confines of the tent we shuffled round several times to try new positions until we were on our sides, 69ing. His cock tasted as good as it looked and we were both gasping and moaning with pleasure as we gave and received. 

As I licked and sucked on his rigid tool I slipped a finger between his arse cheeks, finding that he was already well lubed up. As I touched his puckered hole he groaned loudly, which continued as I slipped in one finger, then another. My cock slipped from his mouth as he begged me to finger fuck him harder and faster, and moments later I felt his weapon swell and pulse in my mouth, before he flooded me with his musky salty cum. 

I eagerly swallowed his load as be bellowed and whimpered, then milked him of every delicious drop of spunk. Partly satiated, he now begged me to fuck him. Flipping him over onto his front I asked if he had a condom, but he said he wanted me raw. All he had to offer was more lube, which I applied to us both. At the first touch of my helmet against his glistening hole he moaned, begging me to go deeper. 

As I sunk my cock into him he cried out, telling me how big I was, how much he loved it, and how he wanted me to fuck him hard. Soon I was fully inside him, pressed hard against his arse. I started to slowly thrust, pulling almost all the was out before sliding my full length back in. At each thrust he let out a moan, and begged me to fuck him harder, harder. I complied, and soon I was holding him by the hips as I pummelled his willing arse. We were both gasping panting and moaning with excitement and pleasure, even more so as I finally climaxed and shot a heavy load of cum deep into him.

Finally spent we collapsed in a sweaty heap, trying to get our breath back. Once partially recovered we managed to get dressed, and with a quick kiss I exited and recovered my bike.

As I mounted up to ride off I could not help but notice a number of fellow campers looking at me, some frowning but more with bemused or amused expressions on their faces. It was a couple of hours later that, sitting outside our caravan and hearing music coming from a tent over the hedge, that I realised that our noisy fuck session had been broadcast to our neighbours.

Any embarrassment was short lived, and rewarded a day or so later when, on exiting my shower cubicle, I was confronted by a very fit guy in his 30s in the cubicle opposite, door open, playing with a monster 8” whilst looking directly at me. After slipping in there and swallowing his mighty tool and subsequent load, he admitted he had been in the audience listening to my tent fuck, and had hunted me down in the hope of getting some action of his own. Suffice to say that, for the rest of the holiday I took my shower at a prearranged time!