Can Best Friends Get Any Closer?

We've known each other since we were in high school. Grew up together, I was the best man at his wedding and we've have been best friends for about 25 years. Let's call him S. He recently got divorced and hasn't been okay so we decided to do what both of us love, go camping. We drove to a place we've been going to for years, set up camp, talked shit. Around 5 in the evening, he takes out a bottle of Bundaberg and before we knew it we'd finished more than half of it.

Turns out we didn't time our trip well and in a couple of hours, it started raining. My tent and everything in it was wet. No biggie, we'd shared a tent before so one night wasn't a problem. I packed my stuff into the car and quickly got into his tent. As soon as I entered, he handed me another drink. Since we had little else to do we finished the bottle, lit one up, before calling it a night. We were both pretty pissed by then. All that rum, the rain made it hot and humid inside and we were down to our boxers. Now he's an athletic guy, not a gym bro but quite fit and I'm a big guy.

It was hot and humid, we were two people in a one person tent and mixing alcohol and herb never did me well. I knew it wasn't going to be the most comfortable night but I was trying to sleep anyway. I don't know how long I was out but I woke up to pee. S seemed to be sleeping weirdly, too still. I was still pretty high and thought I was seeing things. I walked over him, opened the tent a little bit, took my cock out and pissed. Just as I was lying back down, my hand grazed something. Fucker was hard! I laughed thinking he was having a good dream.

Some time passed and I was woken up by something moving next to me. Before I could move, I realised S's elbow was rubbing my side. WTF! I turned slowly and realised he was jerking off. But for some reason instead of moving away, I stayed there. His eyes were shut, his hand around his cock stroking it slowly. Then it hit me, the tent smelled like sex. I don't know what got over me, I turned towards him, getting closer. His hand stopped. I didn't move. He started jerking off again. But now, every time he stroked, his hand rubbed against my chest. Like I said, I'm a big guy and we big guys don't really have flat chests.

I don't know if this turned him on, but I felt his other hand on my skin. Slowly feeling my chest, down to my belly and back up. Fuck! I was getting hard and the way I was sleeping, I'm sure he could feel my boner on his thigh. But he didn't stop. It got too much and I took my hand down to my boxers and started rubbing my cock.

He stopped again, but his hand was still on his cock. I turned on my back again, slid my boxers down, grabbed my cock and started slowly stroking it. I looked at him and he was looking at me, half ashamed and still in shock. I took my left hand, put it on his stroked his cock. This is all he needed.

Neither said a word, we looked at each other and jerked off till I saw him twitching. I knew he was about to cum so I grabbed him and turned him towards me and I turned towards him. In a few seconds I felt warm cum on my belly, my hand and my cock. So much cum. I lost it too and came all over his cock. We just stayed like that for a few minutes before turning away from each other and going to sleep.

We woke up after the sun was out, really hungover. Butt naked, covered in each other's dry cum. Neither said a word. We put on our boxers and got out. It was bright, too bright. I made us coffee, drank some water and lit a smoke. That's when he broke the silence. Came over, hugged me and said he's feeling much better.

It's been a week and while we did speak neither of us brought up what happened. But a couple of hours back he messaged saying it's going to rain this weekend, let's go camping?

Fuck, yes.