There's nothing quite like an unexpected opportunity. Such an opportunity just came up for me a couple of months ago on a camping trip with some of my boys. My name's Mike and I'm pretty much your average American twenty-something. I got a decent job and house, a great girlfriend and awesome friends. I'm a decent enough looking guy, never any trouble in the "getting girls" department for me.
In any event, it was time for the guys annual weekend camping trip to Maine. Each summer sometime in August me and four of my buddies pack up, leave the girls and head up to Maine for a weekend of drinking, grilling, and all types of other craziness. The five of us arrived at our sites just after four pm and quickly set up camp. Our plan was to head to the pier and slam some drinks and hopefully meet some chicks to hang with for the night. As usual Jimmy and Danny hit the dance floor and were almost immediately joined ass to groin with some girls. I hung back and grabbed a table with Brandon and Tony. Three or four really fast rounds and a couple of those test-tube shots later we were all very nicely plastered. As was our tradition we headed back to the camp ground to set up our annual beer pong tourney.
Once we got back, we set up the picnic table into our official beer pong surface. We had made it through a couple of games when a few people from a couple of sites down came by and asked what we were playing. They seemed cool so we all introed ourselves and started playing some doubles. I ended up partnered with the "leader" of the group, Josh. You could tell he was the all American alpha male type. He had a look similar to mine: tall, dark hair and eyes. I didn't know why but I found myself stealing glances at him during our match. I could tell he had a decent body underneath his jeans and fitted T. I shook myself out of my little coma, embarrassed as all hell because I think Josh caught me staring at him on more than one occasion. Josh and I ended up getting skunked really bad in the match (probably because I wasn't paying attention). Our penalty for getting pounded was having to go retrieve some ice and another case of beer from Josh's site.
We ended up taking a quick detour by the men's room on the way to Josh's site. We chatted along the way about all kinds of stuff. How the Sox were a zillion games ahead of the Yanks, our jobs, our girlfriends and all that kinda thing. Turns out we're actually from the same city back in Massachusetts. When we got to his site he tossed me a beer and than popped one open for himself. He sat on the cooler and I grabbed a lawn chair and we continued the story swapping for a bit. We found our way to the topic of sex, each of boasting about conquests and what our girlfriends were like in the sack. He asked me if I had ever talked a girl into a threesome. I mentioned a couple of times in the last couple of years how I had double teamed a girl I was fucking with a friend of mine. He laughed and teased me about not having had the good kind of threesome. I retorted that two chicks would've been cool but doubleteaming was major fun too. He asked if the other guy and I touched each other and I said that in all of the groping I had grabbed my friends dick a couple of times. It wasn't so bad I added. Josh then asked me if anything else had happened. I told him that we both managed to stuff our cocks in the girl's pussy at the same time and great that felt. I said that we stretched her pussy so wide it looked like she came the entire time we were in there. Josh brought the conversation back to me and the other guy which I thought was interesting.
"So after you grabbed him a couple of times, did he say anything?" Josh asked.
"Nah, he didn't say anything so I figured it was no big deal. I started deliberately stroking his cock at one point and he seemed to like it." I replied.
"That's fucking wild man." Josh said," Did you go any further than that?"
I wasn't sure how much I wanted to disclose to a near complete stranger at this point. But he seemed really intrigued. Not to mention damned good looking I decided. Now even though I consider myself a guy's guy and all, I've always considered myself secure enough to guage other guys and not have it mean anything. Now I don't mean that I "check guys out" but I can appreciate the male form. I decided to let him in on the details to the story.
"Well, there was one point during the last threesome where we were taking a little break from the fucking and Danny (same friend who was along on the camping trip) went to get some water. April and I decided we wanted to back to fucking so we arranged ourselves in a nice little inverted sixty-nine. Her pussy was soaked from the last little session and her juices were running down her thighs and my face. She could suck cock like a champ and was letting me piston my pole in and out of her mouth, up and down while rolling my nuts in her hands."
"That's a hot little scene," Josh said,"What happened when your friend came back?"
