My first time with a man occurred on a camping trip. I grew up on a farm raising crops and livestock. I went camping fairly often usually to hunt and fish so we could have some variety in our family meals. When I started college I knew this would all soon come to an end - the farming, camping, hunting and fishing as a regular routine.
While taking a break from plowing in the fields one day, the eldest son of the family that owned the farm next to ours, took a break also and joined me at the fence separating our farmlands. As we chatted, I told him I had planned a camping trip that weekend to do some hunting and fishing. I also told him this might be my last free weekend for a while since college was now taking so much of my time. He asked if he could join me, and I agreed, thinking it would be nice to spend some time with a friendly neighbor with whom I had only a casual acquaintance. He was a few years older than me and seemed to share some of the same interests although he was not going to college.
We got together on Friday afternoon, loaded our gear and hiked into the woods to a campsite near a creek that ran across the back of our adjoining farms. We sat up our tent, fished for a while, cooked and ate our catch, cleaned our camp messkits and utensils. We were going to get to sleep early so we could be ready for an early morning hunt. We stripped to our undershorts and lay in our sleeping bags talking as the campfire burned down.
Our talk soon turned to sex. At first he was asking me about girls at the college. Then he asked me if I had ever had done anything with another guy. I told him I had not. He told me then, rather abruptly, that he liked to suck cock, and he would suck me off if I didn't mind. I was getting horny from our talk, actually had a stiff boner, and told him I was willing, if he wanted to suck me.
