Saturday, 5:37 a.m.
Me and Bruce pulled up to the front of Johnno's house. Bruce was driving, so I hopped out and ran up to the front door. Knocked twice. Nothing. Rang the doorbell a few times. Nothing. I turned and looked at Bruce, who was impatiently leaning out the window. I shrugged my shoulders, even though we both knew that Johnno had probably just slept through his alarm like usual.
Bruce blared the car horn through the quiet neighbourhood. I shot him a look but he just threw my shrug back at me. It worked though. I heard sounds of movement inside and a moment later the door opened to reveal Johnno in all his glory.
I'd been mates with Johnno since high school so the sight of him starkers didn't phase me, even if he was sporting a good half-mongrel of an erection. He looked at me bleary-eyed, then quickly went to fully awake as it dawned on him.
"Fuck. The camping trip." He said.
"The camping trip." I smiled back at him.
"Are you packed mate?" I asked his retreating arse as he ran around like a mad chook trying to get all his gear together.
"Yeah yeah, I'm just-" Johnno's words were cut off by the blare of the car horn.
"Fuck off Bruce!" Johnno exclaimed, slipping on his thongs, grabbing his rucksack and keys and bounding out the door.
I followed, picking up a pair of footy shorts off the armchair as I went.
Johnno jumped into the back seat, uttering a thousand apologies. While a bemused Bruce and I just sat and watched him. Eventually, again, realisation dawned on his face.
"I've got no clothes on." He said, looked down then up at us.
I laughed and tossed him the footy shorts.
"These should do you. At least put them on before we get brekky." I laughed as we took off down the road.
Saturday, 9:04 a.m.
We rocked up to the entrance to the park and saw a jeep waiting for us with the ranger sitting inside. As the jeep door opened we all hopped out of the car. Johnno had looked through his bag and found a hat and singlet to complete his last-minute wardrobe.
We shook hands with the ranger, introducing ourselves as we went.
"I'm Barry, nice to meet ya." He said, grasping my hand firmly.
"Ollie, nice to meet you too mate." I replied.
I have to admit, Barry was a pretty impressive sight. The bloke was six foot two easily, with a shaved head and a really fit, muscular body. You could see his ranger's uniform was struggling in places, and if he'd popped a bicep he probably would have torn his shirt. I'm no slouch in the physical department, but this fella left the rest of us for dead.
Barry went over the ground rules with us- whatever we take in, we take out, the park had designated areas for camping and it was just us in there for the night, he'd come by and check every so often, etc. The usual crap. We signed some stuff, hopped back in the cars and followed Barry's jeep to our campsite.
Saturday, 11:31 a.m.
Barry had left us to set up our stuff, and now the tent was up and the beer was flowing. It was getting pretty hot and Barry had told us about a billabong near our sight where it was safe to swim, so we loaded up the esky and stumbled the half km from camp.
When we found it we were blown away, the billabong was a beauty. Quick as a flash we were all naked and in the water. No need to be shy with just us lads around. Plus we'd all seen each other a thousand times in a hundred different situations.
After a bit of splashing about in the water I needed a piss, so I hopped out and ducked behind some nearby trees. As I let my stream splash onto the base of a blue gum I heard a twig snap near me. I spun around and saw Barry.
"Jesus mate! You gave me a scare!" I laughed.
"Sorry big fella, used to just having me in the woods!" he laughed back. Then things went quiet as he scanned me up and down and I remembered I was naked. I tried to cover myself but Barry shook his head and held up a hand.
"It's fine mate, nothing I haven't seen before. In fact I usually skinny-dip down here this time of day myself. Would it be weird if I joined you guys?" he asked.
"Nah mate, more the merrier. Just follow the dress code." I laughed.
"Way ahead of you." Replied Barry, who had already started unbuttoning his shirt.
So me and naked Barry emerged from the bushes.
"Look who I found!" I declared. The lads turned and cheered at the sight of our park ranger in the nude. Barry gave a thumbs up and cannonballed into the water.
We all splashed around and drank and talked bullshit for a while until we decided it was getting towards lunch time. I started to put on my shorts then saw the rest of the guys weren't bothering.
"No need for that Ollie, we're all alone here!" laughed a drunken Bruce. He was right, so I just joined the naked herd and we wandered back to camp.
Saturday, 12:40 p.m.
Bruce, being the most senior member of our group (by about three years) was in charge of the barbecue. Even in his drunken state he was a master with the barbie, and we each soon had a sausage sanger to tuck into. We sat around and swapped stories, explained to Barry that we were all best mates from school and we tried to stay in touch and go camping at least once every summer so we didn't lose that bond. As we were talking we all demolished our lunch, although Bruce had cooked up extra because he knew one was probably not enough.
"Do you want another sausage Barry?" asked Johnno, reaching for some bread.
"I'd say Barry's got enough sausage!" remarked a drunken Bruce, reaching over with his tongs and giving Barry's impressive cock a gentle squeeze.
We all laughed, then Barry's knob started to lengthen even more and harden.
"Ah now you've done it..." he said, looking down.
"Sorry lads, I don't get much company here, any contact with the old fella and up he goes." He said sheepishly.
"Fuck, that was just from some tongs!" I said.
"What's a hand do?" asked Bruce, reaching out and encircling Barry's engorged member with his fist.
Barry froze, a look of shock in his eyes. Bruce kept pumping as Barry looked over and saw Johnno kneeling down and swallowing my own hardening meat.
"See Barry, the thing is mate, we do go on these camping trips to reconnect. But a few years back we worked out that we could do something else on these trips, coz we weren't getting enough from the wives at home..." I explained, gently cupping the back of Johnno's head as he sucked me to full mast. Bruce had followed suit, wrapping his lips around Barry's giant mushroom-headed dick.
"Seems...like a good...idea...oh god." Shuddered Barry.