I had just graduated high school and was on a church sponsored trip in the Boundary Waters area of the Minnesota wilderness. I was hopelessly inexperienced and virginal 18 year old and was thrilled to learn that I would be sharing a two-man tent with a junior pastor in training named Bryce. The rest of our group were in three large, 8-man tents, but we were the odd men out and housed in a two-man. Bryce was a young seminary student, handsome, fit, and I really liked him. We were driven to the put-in point by the outfitter and would paddle and portage back to the outfitter's base camp over the course of the next 6 days.
After the first day of paddling/portaging, I was looking forward to a night of gratifying sleep and relaxation. That was not going to happen, as it turned out.. I was sore and worn out from the day's exertions. Bryce generously offered to rub my sore muscles from paddling and portaging canoes and gear from lake to lake.
He asked me to lie on my stomach and began straddling me and rubbing the sore muscles of my back and shoulders. He was wearing nothing but his shorts, and I was in my swim suit. I was in heaven, having this 30-something seminarian rubbing my back and shoulders after a days' toil and labor. In short order, it became clear that he was aroused. I could feel his hard cock rubbing on my ass as he massaged my sore shoulders and back. I played dumb for a time, but it quickly became too obvious to ignore, and I knew I had to make my move.
I was nervous as hell, being inexperienced and only 18. I pivoted my upper body to face him, and asked him "should I be flattered"? He seemed briefly flustered, so I decided to swing for the fences and I tentatively extended my arm and placed my hand on his growing erection and gently rubbed his cock through his shorts. He started, clearly terrified at the prospect of becoming a cliché church clergy youth predator. I sensed that he needed some encouragement, so I pivoted my lower torso as well so that my erect cock was pressing against his buttocks. Convinced that he was not alone in his arousal, he visibly relaxed.
I slowly rubbed his cock through his shorts, rejoicing in the visible reaction I was seeing in his face as he relaxed. Soon, it became clear that this was going to culminate in something more and I asked him if I could see it. He dumbly nodded, and I slowly unzipped his fly. I fished his cock out of his shorts and slowly begin stroking it to its full 6 inch length. I marveled at its natural lubricity and strength. I never considered myself interested in same-sex relations, but for some reason, I could not resist this beautiful man.
After a time, his breathing became very ragged, and I could tell that he was approaching orgasm. I whispered "Lie back."
He happily complied, rolling off of me and laying back on the ground. I rolled over and pulled his shorts gently down, freeing his glorious cock . As I pulled his shorts down and off his legs, I found myself at his feet. I slowly began kissing his legs, working myself up his long legs until I was at his crotch. I licked his ball-sack, his inner-thigh, his taint, and found my hungry mouth at the base of his cock. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, eliciting a low, muffled moan, as we had to be discrete in order to not attract the attention of the neighboring tents. I finally worked up the courage to take his cock into my hungry mouth and reveled in this novel sensation and taste. He tasted so good as I lowered my head onto his erect cock. I loved feeling it pulse and throb in my mouth as I bobbed my head. I was completely enraptured by this older man's erect penis throbbing in my mouth as he unloaded into my mouth, shooting loads of ropey con into my eager mouth. It was salty, sweet, and tasted of vanilla.
