Camping Out
By Simon Peter
I used to both love and hate summer camps when I was an adolescent. Even then, I enjoyed the company of other kids horsing around, swimming butt-naked, sitting around the fire telling horror stories. But I hated the food, the mosquitoes, and the hard ground under my sleeping bag.
This time it was different. We, the four of us, in college, have decided to spend a weekend camping. The idea started with Jonathan. He suggested this change of scene, now that spring had set in and the weather had turned warm. We were all for it. Dan and Alan were also quite excited. But most of all, it was I that had felt the most excited!
I am Marco. I come from Italian stock. I'm dark-skinned, green-eyed, with a hairy-chest, well hung--thick and uncut--, tall and slim. Alan is Jewish. He is short but cute, except for his typical Jewish nose, hooked and everything, and his kinky hair that he insists on wearing long. Both Jonathan and Dan are average-type guys, very pleasant to be with, not as tall as I am, light-skinned with blue eyes and dirty-blond hair.
Why do I look forward to this? Well, I am gay. That should explain it, shouldn't it? But not if the other guys are straight, though. As far as I can tell, my three pals are straight. Alan is actually dating a Jewish girl! I have seen Jonathan and Dan with girls on campus. What am I going to do, spending a horny weekend with three straight guys whose dicks I am hungering for but cannot get?
We leave for the camping site on Friday afternoon in Jonathan's car. Of course, there is a lot of cheer and joking and horsing around during the one-hour drive to the site. When we get there, we pitch tents. There are two tents, which means that we will be pairing up. For whatever unexplainable reason, Alan and I end up in the same tent (Jewish and Italian--what a combination). I had hoped for either Jonathan or Dan to share the tent with. But what the heck? Alan will do, I guess.
After finishing with the tents and stowing our gear, we decide to take a dip in the nearby stream as the sun is going down. It is warm and we strip down to our underwear. I am wearing tight boxers, Alan is in white briefs, and Jonathan and Dan in regular guy boxer shorts. After a while, we climb out of the water and lie on the grassy shore enjoying the last rays of the sun. I examine the wet bulges. I can't tell much from Jonathan and Dan even though the wet fabric sticks to their butts and thighs seductively. Alan's briefs show a bulge, but nothing to advertise. Mine, I notice, is quite impressive. My dick is outlined clearly through the elastic fabric of my tight boxers. What good will that be since the other three cannot be interested?
We spend the evening preparing dinner, eating it, and just lazing in shorts and t-shirts, telling jokes. When we turn in, I strip down to my underwear and get into the sleeping bag. Alan does the same, but strips naked. From what I can see, he has a nice cut dick. I can't tell if it is big in its limp form, but it gets me horny. I toss and turn for a while, with an erection, thinking horny thoughts, with Alan's dick prime in my imagination watching it getting hard. I turn sideways facing Alan who seems to be asleep. Can I try something with him? We've been friends for more than a year. Up till now, nothing has happened to indicate to me that Alan is sexually interested in guys.
I rub my erection slowly. Sliding my hand inside my tight boxers, I masturbate. I really want to take my cock out and jerk off, but I can't do that with Alan inches away. As I rub my cock, I seem to hear a low moan. I turn sideways to see Alan's sleeping bag going up and down at the crotch. Fuck! He's jerking off also!
I can't hold back. I am extremely horny, and watching Alan work his dick is too much for me. I slip out of my sleeping bag and stand next to Alan, my cock bulging in my underwear. There isn't much light but the moonlight that does seep through into the tent is enough for me to stare into Alan's wide eyes as he sees me standing next to him. He immediately stops masturbating.
"Still awake, Marco?" he asks, hoarsely, guiltily, removing his hands from inside the sleeping bag.
"Yea, man. Can't sleep with this hard-on," I say, rubbing my hardness, hoping hope against hope. Will he respond? How will he respond?
"I know, bro," he says as he slips out from inside his sleeping bag. He lies on his back on top of it, naked, his dick erecting straight up. "Same here, as you can see."
I slip off my underwear and my cock springs out, vertically, throbbing. I fist it pulling down on the foreskin, exposing the pink head, already showing some leakage.
"Fuck," Alan smirks. "You're fucking uncut!"
"And you're fucking cut!" I respond, stroking myself, working the skin up and down the shaft.
He stares at me and licks his upper lip. He reaches for his hard dick and rubs it against his belly.
"I've never seen dicks that are uncircumcised," he comments.
"This means that you have never touched one either, huh?" I smile.
"No, you jerk. But it seems to me to be easier to jerk off an uncut dick, pulling on the skin."
"Try," I find the courage to say.
I am surprised as Alan reaches up, with some hesitation, and grabs my hard cock, pulling the skin up and down slowly.
Oh, the feeling!
"Taste it," I command in a hoarse voice, starting to pant.
Alan's initial reaction to this is more widening of the eyes. "What do you mean 'taste it'?" he asks in a whisper.
"Man, just taste it. Lick it. See what it tastes like," I goad him.
Alan sits up hesitantly and wraps his hand around the shaft. He strokes down revealing the pink head, staring at it with wonder. Ever so slowly, he bends and takes my cock in his mouth. Oh, my God! So unexpected! So welcome! Warm, wet lips wrap around my cockhead. I start thrusting in. He gags and moves away.
"You're big, Marco," he whispers, looking up at me.
I respond by pushing him back on the ground and lying on top of him. We are both naked and our bodies are rubbing on each other. I can feel his erection pressed against my cock and balls. Shall I try a kiss? So far, Alan has stroked me and even sucked a little on my cock. So, why not? Our lips meet and he moans. I push my tongue into his mouth, still grinding on him, and we deep kiss.
For the next half hour or so, we kiss, suck on each other, and eventually shoot our loads all over our naked bodies. As a consequence, I fall into a deep, satisfied sleep.
The next morning, there is this funny relationship developing between Alan and me. I know I am gay. But is Alan? What about the girl he is dating? I shouldn't put too much meaning into what we have done last night. We were both horny and we have done what two horny guys do when there are no girls around, help each other out! But the way Alan kissed back? The way he sucked on my dick? Every time our eyes met, Alan would lower his stare and look uncomfortable, almost ashamed. But I have to re-think my views on his sexual preferences. Tonight!
