One night, we came up with the idea of guy's retreat...to get away from things, take a week to camp and spend some time hiking and fishing. Nice in concept but we both knew there would be far more hiking, because neither of us really have the patience, required for fishing. We planned things over the next few weeks and finally the departure was upon us. The night before, we did all the shopping for groceries, placing great care in selecting beer, of course. We decided to take his jeep so we finished off the packing, later that night; that way we could head out first thing in the morning.
I was the first to start driving and, at five hours, we would switch at a diner, just off the interstate. We talked for the first hour or so, until Eric dozed off. He'd been working some serious hours so I let the poor guy sleep. There was little or no traffic, so I cranked the music and made good time. We made it to the diner and had lunch. It was the kind of place with great food, incredible coffee and everybody knew everybody.
We arrived a little earlier than predicted, but stopped at the ranger's office and got our bearings...we were able to park within a quarter mile of where we set up camp. It was an ideal spot next to a beautiful trout stream. Since we only had a couple hours, we had no luck with the fishing that first day. I didn't really matter because we brought plenty of food with us. It had been a long drive so we had just turned in...we both wanted to get into the tent to start our first evening in the wilderness. The campfire had almost burned out, with a few coals to create a glow in the little tent, we shared. We had just worked off our clothes and started to go at it. Eric, nestled in a sleeping bag next to mine, had his mouth wrapped around my dick and I heard a strange noise. I whispered, "What the hell's that?"
He quietly motioned for me to go outside, with him, to check things out. We were buck naked out in the middle of the woods, miles from a road or even an address...in other words, civilization was distant. It was a warm night with heady scent of pine that went with the place. The illumination around the lingering coals offered little help with our search. So we put a couple logs on the fire that created a cloud of sparks and increasingly larger flames. Both of us looked a little more, with flashlights before giving up and deciding it was probably just an owl, opossum or raccoon. The ranger had said there was little danger this time of year...so we were comfortable with things.
I went to the car and brought back the bourbon...a very necessary part of camping and thought it would calm things down. We both took a horn from the bottle...Eric winced a little and I grinned because I knew what he was thinking...I sat on a t-shirt and leaned back against a boulder near the fire. I was intent on giving him, what we both wanted.
I ran my hands across my pecs, tracing circles around each nipple and lightly squeezing. My dick began to expand, gradually raising off my belly, as blood pumped to fill its girth. Eric stared down over the defined curves of my lean body, watching me grow larger and larger. Watching it pulse as it inched further up my belly. I took my hand and stroked over my abs on the way to what was now a solid, erection. The glow of the campfire did amazing things for the sculpted shaft, making it a thing of wet dreams...fuck...I was turned on by my own cock. When my fingers stretched to wrap around it, I slowly stroked, up and down, over the entire length, before focusing on the big fleshy head...the crown of my manhood. Precum had just started to flow over the tip, gradually trickling onto the fingers.
With my hand wrapped around a seriously throbbing boner, I was almost too engrossed in my own pleasure, to realize my moans were joining Eric's. "Yer such a fuckin' stud...!" He stood above me with the campfire behind him, his face shadowed, but I couldn't miss what he was stroking. It was gorgeous...he just had a beautiful cock...whatever...it was amazing to watch.
I teased him by edging, stopping just before it was too late. To stall, I held it with both hands and squeezed hard...thumped it around. Precum still trickled, but the building orgasm was pushed back and I was able to resume.
He watched me stroke by the fire, in the glow, my dick glistened warmly with precum. He moved closer; I knew what he wanted. I knew what his thoughts were; I could see them in his eyes. Unable to resist any longer...he straddled, steadied my dick and mounted it. He took the entire thing up his tight ass and found himself, face to face, with his desires. "Fuuuuuck! That thing does it...for me...can't fucking get enough...love that cock, dude! Oooohhhh fuck! "
Eric rode like a pro, bucking like a hot, sexy cowboy...relentlessly, bouncing his hips up and down...up and down. "Ride it dude...ride me...you're my hot cowboy...ride it!" I felt his fingers dig into my shoulders, when he grabbed ahold to ride harder. He was lost in the pleasure of that shaft filling him...withdrawing, then forcing its way, back into his belly.
His dick was an incredible sight; it was hard and flopping wildly between us...and precum was shiny over the head...it was splattering over my belly and his. "Fuck yeah...fuck me...fuck ...fuck...!" When he wasn't voicing sexy ramblings, he was grunting and moaning with pleasure. "Mmmmm...yer cock feels fuckin'...good, Rob...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me with that fucking big man cock!"
"Your ass makes it feel good. Fuckin' ride that dick...ride me...yesssss...ride it hard..." I yielded to the pleasure, rolling my head back and humping my hips, harder, up to meet his ass.
He loved it, "Fuck yeah...mmmm, fuck me...fuck that tight ass...it's yours...use it, dude...fuck it...use it...use it...use my ass!"
My words and breathing, clearly scattered, I screamed from the intensity of a release, I couldn't hold back any longer. "Yer...fuck! Yer makin' me...cum...fuck! Yesssssssss"
