Summer 1977. My best friend and I, were the very best of Buddy's, not in the way your thinking!!!! We were normal teenagers. For shear discretion I will call him G. We did the usual stuff that kids do. As we grew up and finally left school for college, none of us had anytime for girls, not in the physical way, sure we used to have wet dreams and fantasise about them. We even bought X rated films and sat in G's bedroom watching them. I guess he was as horny as I was after, but nothing was said or done about it. He probably did the same me, get to the nearest bathroom and masturbate till you were sore.
G bought his first car, a Scoda, and this was in the days when it was not a cool car to have!!! Anyway I digress.. but as you will find out it has some significance in the very near future. It was summer and with G's car came freedom, so we in formed our parents we were off camping, don't no where but within hours of the decision we were on the road, as happy and excited as any young guys could get.
From home we headed south down the motorway and eventually into Cornwall. On the way we made plans to find a site, find some beer, and find some old tarts to shag.Yes we had finally talked about girls.
After a long drive, we eventually found a site and set up the small two man tent, the Off licence was easy, the old tarts were no where to be seen, but we had a good laugh and after a few beers in the pub, headed up the lane, with our cans of cider, to where we had pitched the tent. We chatted and became increasing drunk and eventually felt sleepy and stripped off and climbed into our sleeping bags. G suddenly asked out of the blue if I could itch his back, this was not a problem as we had always been close and giving each other the odd scratch was just what guys did. I rubbed his back for a short time and we talked about how good it felt. I asked him to return the favour, and he did. We carried on doing this with each other for what seemed a long time.
He must have felt like me totally relaxed but increasingly very horny. We progressed from just a quick rub at the top of our backs to taking turns pulling the sleeping bag off one another and giving each other long slow massage. We were getting bolder, the talking had stopped, I think we both knew where this was going to end up, but no words were now being spoken. I would let my hands slip down onto his bottom, and let them linger over the top of his legs; I could feel the heat from his groin. We would then swap places and he would mimic my massage, daring to go all the places I had just explored.