It had been over two weeks since Jonathan heard from Mac. He had grown anxious that their last encounter had put a wedge between them. Unsure as to how to break the silence, he finally decided to text his friend.
"Hey man, how those veggie starts doing?"
Thankfully Mac, who was also worried that things wouldn't quite be the same between them, had his phone by his side and responded almost immediately.
"Fantastic. You should come check them out."
Jonathan was quite relieved, and decided to head over to the garden the following day.
When he arrived, it's as if nothing sexual had ever happened. They did some gardening, smoked some weed, talked a little politics, and then smoked a little more. As the afternoon was winding down, Mac then hit Jonathan with a question he hadn't asked before.
"I was thinking of going camping this weekend. Wanna come?"
Jonathan didn't really like to camp, but knew what his friend meant.
"Where to?" he asked.
"Up at the lake where I always go."
"Sure," replied Jonathan. "This Friday?"
"Yeah, I can drive. Meet up here after work and we'll head up," Mac answered, a bit unsure of himself.
Friday came, and both Mac and Jonathan were nervous--excited, but nervous.
After Jonathan got to Mac's house, they packed up the truck full of food, water, gear, and other necessities that they were both sure and unsure they needed (if you catch my meaning). Not wanting to seem too obvious, but still needing to know, Jonathan asked if there were showers there. Mac said there were, and that they were actually pretty nice.
When the two arrived at the campsite, they got right to setting everything up. As they worked, they chatted about the things they always did, as if their previous conversation was still fresh in their minds and that three days hadn't passed.
The afternoon turned to evening, and then evening to night. There was a fire blazing and Mac and Jonathan continued to chat over a smoke. Conversation was steady, but both really only had one thing on their minds--what was going to happen next? Mac waited for a pause in the conversation, and then made the first move.
"So, the other week?"
"Yeah," replied Jonathan, softly. "That was fun."
"Yeah," said Mac, in a monotone voice.
"Wanna run it back?" asked Jonathan.
Before Mac could answer, Jonathan got up, grabbed a towel and some fresh clothes, saying, "I'll grab a quick shower."
"Me too," said Mac, as he poured some water on the fire.
It was fairly late, and the campground, save for a handful of sites, was relatively empty. As they walked, they both knew that the showers would be all theirs for the taking.
As they entered, they gave each other a glance. Without speaking, they knew exactly what the other desired. They both entered the shower stall, and immediately Jonathan pulled his shirt over his head, then dropped his pants to the floor. Mac quickly followed suit and closed the curtain. Jonathan turned around as Mac walked toward him. As he backed up to the wall, the coldness of the tile startled Jonathan, who quickly turned on the water all the way to hot. Surprisingly, the water went from frigid to scalding in a matter of seconds.
With steam filling the shower, the two friends started to kiss passionately. Mac, who was four inches shorter than Jonathan, started to kiss his friend's neck. As they kissed, their cocks rubbed together as if they were seasoned dancers, both quickly becoming rock hard.
Mac grabbed the soap and began lathering both of their bodies. From his neck down to his feet, he scrubbed himself and his friend, who was now breathing quite heavily.
After both men rinsed off the suds, Jonathan dropped to his knees and started running his tongue up and down Mac's uncut shaft. Mac grabbed the back of Jonathan's head and thrust his penis into his friend's mouth, causing Jonathan to gag a little. This didn't stop Jonathan, who grabbed the base of Mac's cock and started to deep throat his friend's man meat.
