This is the story of a good friend of mine - let's call him Jeff. He really only told me this story, so you're lucky that I'm even going to tell you.
Ok, so a little background on Jeff: he's pretty much the straightest guy you can imagine, he always has a date with some beautiful chick, he has pictures of chicks all over his house, and of course, he's had sex with, I don't know how many girls over the past years. Other than that, Jeff is 25; he loves fishing, hunting, hockey, and camping, which is where I'm leading you, so sit tight.
One weekend last year something happened to Jeff, and it took me almost a year to get him to tell me, so here's the story as told to me first hand by Jeff.
On May 24, 2004 Jeff was going camping. He was supposed to take this girl along with him, but she cancelled at the last minute so he had to go by himself - which wasn't a big deal, Jeff loves camping. So he packs up his gear and gets going to the Provincial Park that is just outside of the city, maybe an hour or so away I guess. He arrives and gets everything set up and ready to go and then the guy in the next site comes over…
*** May 24, 2004***
"Hi neighbor!" Called a male voice behind me. I turn around and see a guy in his mid to late 30's, dark brown hair, about 6'5" tall and around 200 lbs. He's wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
"Hi, how's it going?" I reply, hoping that he'll go away.
"Pretty good, just wondering whose going to be over here this weekend. I get the same lot every weekend." The man told me.
'What do I care' I thought to myself, but didn't say that. Instead I said: "Ah, that's cool, I'm Jeff," extending my hand for a handshake.
"Michael, call me Mike though." He shook my hand; he had a firm handshake. "Maybe later you could come over for a beer or something?" I hesitated for a second…
***
'Come on say yes!' I plead in my mind. This Jeff fellow is gorgeous, mid twenties, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a body I could play with all day long.
"Yeah sure, can't pass up a free beer, right?" He finally replied. My brain and cock sighed with relief - there was still a chance. I want this guy so much it's making me hard just thinking about it.
"Cool, see you around 7 then?" I ask him, trying not to sound too desperate. "Sure, see you then." He replies quicker this time. I hope he show's up…
***
'Damn it all, why did I agree to that?' I ask myself. This will cut way into my available time for finding a girl to spend the night with. Oh well, I guess it can't hurt to have one beer with him. He's saying something else but I'm thinking about the cute parks worker girl at the gate that checked me in… what was her name again? Jess, Jenna? Damn I forget. Oh well. I stand in my campsite with beer in hand, and he finally leaves. So I sit down to enjoy a few drinks before supper.
***
'It's 7:05… where is that gorgeous man?' I'm asking my brain. 'Rustling in the bushes? Oh good it's Jeff, and by the looks of it, he's already had a few beers. That might come in handy…'
"Hey Mike!" He yells out at me; I hand him a beer and reply to his greeting while thinking about his mouth wrapping around my stiff rod. "How's your night been Mike?" I manage an actual answer this time:
"Good… just been sitting around, though."
"That sucks. I was trying to get this chick to come back to my campsite but it turns out she's a stuck up prude," he spouts from his perfectly delicious mouth. I really want to kiss him, but don't know how that would go, so I hold back and offer him another beer instead…