I was on a hunting trip with four of my buddies. Two of them I had been out with previously at this beautiful site in the Colorado mountains, and two others that I worked with I had invited to come along, as I knew they liked to hunt. I myself did not hunt, but love the wilderness and the camping experience.
As bad luck, or good, would have it my two regular hunting partners got called away on a family need for the evening, promising to return the next day.
Camp was set, I had a cushy bed in a pop up since the space was open, and my two work friends had a sizable tent, nothing spectacular but roomy enough for six.
We ate dinner, which I cooked up, and served. We all ate a great meal and I offered to take their plates and put them in the trash bag we had set up. As I took their plates, one of them, Ben, said "nice meal."
I said "thanks," and he replied, "you're the camp bitch!" and chuckled.
I told him to fuck off and we all laughed. Even so, there was a glance between them that I noticed, and they noticed that I noticed.
Soon it was dark and a fire was roaring, as we all sat around it. Those two sat next to each other, and I sat across, and we had some fun in conversation and passed around a fifth of Wild Turkey 101.
After some time, we were all feeling the gobbler, and things got quiet as we stared into the fire, reflecting on whatever.
There was a definite period of silence, then my camp mate Ben, who earlier had labelled me the camp bitch, asked why I kept looking at gay websites at work? I knew I was caught. My job as a salesman was boring and I did my share of surfing to seek out a boner session when I could. Keep in mind that this was the late 90s, so I was a bit naΓ―ve about what could be tracked, and even if it was. Apparently, it was.
"What are you talking about?" I stammered with a voice that was less than believable.
"We know all about you and fagnet," said my other co-worker, Chris.
"Not cool," I said, "how is that any of your business?"
"It's not," Ben said, "but you know I'm a network admin, and I see what I see."
The silence was deafening as we all stared into the fire, it crackled and sparks flew up into the cool night air.
After a minute or so, I asked, "so what, you're going to out me and humiliate me?"
There was obvious concern on my face in the light of the fire, and I tried to make eye contact to let each of them know that I would kick their ass if it came to that.
Quietly, Chris offered up, "we were just curious."
After a few seconds of contemplation, I asked, "curious about me, or curious about it?
They both sat there for a moment, not looking at each other, but there was a connection that all three of us could feel around the firelight. Some kind of barrier had been cracked. I remained silent and apprehensive. I was not sure where in hell this was going.
"Both," Chris suddenly said. Ben looked at him and then looked at me, and shook his head in affirmation.
I waited a moment, gave a glance around at the dark space that enveloped us outside of the light of the fire, and then asked, "so you want to know what it is like to have a guy touch you?"
"No way man, that's not it!" Ben said, too quickly to be believable.
Chris followed after a moment with, "I'm interested in both. What's it like?"
Even though the firelight was low, I could see a lust in Chris's eyes. I knew he was hardening up, ever so slightly. He shifted in his camp chair, as Ben stared into the fire, refusing to look at either of us. This conversation was going into interesting places.
I let the tension build, and I knew that both young men were here out in the wilderness, with no one around for miles, and they were without women and horny. Ben adjusted as he shifted over.
"So, what are you guys looking for," I asked over the campfire coals, "someone to blow you?"
They immediately looked at each other, fell silent, and I waited. After a little bit of time, Chris chimed up and said, "I guess so." In a quiet voice.
The fire crackled, and I had them both, by the balls, so to speak. I waited, and then after a bit of time I said, "I think you want something, but I don't trust either of you."
They looked at each other in confusion, as if a plan had been foiled. Then Ben said, "What do you mean by trust? You can trust us."
Again, I waited. I stopped looking at either of them, continued looking at the fire, and got my courage up. Then I said, "if you want to satisfy some curiosity, and obviously you both know I am into it, then each of you has to put me in your mouth for at least ten seconds, or I am going to go to bed, and if you say anything about this I will simply tell everyone you did it anyway."
"You wish," Ben said.
"No, you wish," I replied.
We sat their thinking about what had just transpired. The fire had started to die down, but the obvious erections had not.
"You either want this, or you don't," I said, and then stood up and walked towards them both. Their eyes widened in surprise and anticipation. I slowly unbuttoned my pants, and said, "you each suck me for 10 seconds each, and I will suck you both until you cum."
"No way," Ben said without much conviction. I walked closer, unzipping my pants and moving towards Chris whom I was quite certain wanted a taste. I said, "just ten seconds, that way I know you won't tell. If you don't suck me, then you will tell everyone that I am a faggot, and go to bed with hard-ons"
"I'm not ready for that. I'm not gay," Ben said with a side of hesitation, and a hint of remorse for revealing his want of release.
"OK" I replied, and, and turned back towards my camp chair.
I was just about to sit down when Chris said, "wait, I won't tell, and neither will Ben. I want to try it." ¬¬
I looked at Ben and he shied away, looking at the embers again.
"If we're all not in," I exclaimed, looking at Ben with my hardon clearly visible through my unzipped pants, "then the deal is off. And if any of you mentions it to anyone, regardless of what happened here, I will say you did it."
Ben's eyes got wider and I could see the doubt and sexual frustration pass his face in the dim light. He knew he wanted it, and I wanted it, and Chris wanted it.
I walked back toward both of them. Chris had a look of lust that I can't explain with words. I exposed my fully erect seven-inch cock to him. He reached up and put his hand around it, and examined it like it was the first time he had ever touched another man, which was probably the truth. Slowly he leaned forward, and he took the head into his mouth, and then eased down on it, moving to the base, and then back and forth from tip to root. He was genuinely enjoying it.
After ten seconds, I said, "now Ben's turn."
Ben looked up at me and made a suggestion, "how about you suck off Chris first, and then we'll move forward, and I'll make up my mind then?"
"No," I exclaimed, "you will tell on us both."
Chris looked over at his friend, and said, "he's right, you know? Just do it, it wasn't so bad."