Anyone in a sexual position or activity is at least 18 years old
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Juniper Point
It was a warm summer night. There wasn't much to do in the small town we lived in. We would usually just drive around town. Killing time. The largest lake in the state was ten minutes from town. So we decided to kill time there and save the gas. I drove through the Sonic to get something to drink and turned up the highway toward the lake.
Let me tell you a little bit about us. He is 5'5'' tall and weighs about 145 pounds with short cropped blonde hair, brown eyes and a dark golden tan. He is very hairy and his muscles are well defined with six pack abs. His cock is seven inches long and thick enough that I couldn't touch my thumb to my fingers when holding it. A well defined mushroom shaped head topped his cut cock. It is beautiful. We showered together in the gang shower so we were familiar with each other's bodies.
I am around 200 pounds at 5'8" tall. Brown hair and hazel eyes. I had been a wrestler and weightlifter in highschool and maintained that physique. I am muscular but there isn't much definition. Just bulk. My cock is nine inches long and thick. Circumcised with a big soft mushroom shaped head. I began shaving my genitals early in highschool as a wrestler to help cut weight. It was a lifestyle now.
We got to the campsites at the lake and I pulled into a secluded one. We sat in the car and attempted to solve all the world problems we knew about. Which were mostly about his sexual exploits and what he wanted to accomplish in his Senior year of highschool. We had been sitting there for a couple of hours.
Three weeks earlier ...
We were at church camp. There were sixty highschool aged guys in our dorm. I was the sponsor in the far end from the door. We had bunks and he always slept in the bunk above me.
The lights went out at eleven. You had better have your stuff done and be in bed by then. It usually took everyone thirty to forty-five minutes to settle down to sleep.
Almost every night about that time, I would feel the bunk start moving. Just barely, in an even rhythm, and I could hear the bunk springs squeak. I could tell he was jacking off. It lasted for less than five minutes. I figured since he was, I could. I tried to be still but I know he felt it. I didn't really care if he knew. Jacking off together separately was a nightly thing. Occasionally we would get our rhythms synced up. We would just grin at each other the next morning.
One night, before he could jack off, I got up and reached into his bed. I took hold of his cock, catching him off guard. His head shot up and his eyes were wide open. I put my free hand over my mouth to tell him to be quiet. He kept looking at me as I massaged him to hardness.
I began stroking his full length. I put my free hand on his stomach. He couldn't make any noises like moans or groans so he would tense his stomach muscles. I continued jerking him off, changing the rhythm and grip tightness the longer I went. He barely whispered, "faster." I complied and soon thereafter, he blew his load all over his legs in his bed. I felt him relax. It seemed like he melted into his bunk. The morning was going to be interesting.
I removed my hand from his dick and layed down in my own bunk to jack myself off. There was still some of his cum still on my hand. I felt like I blew the end of my dick off when I came.
Sleep came quickly.
The next morning he asked me, "What the hell was all that about last night?"
"Just helping out," I said, "isn't that what sponsors are supposed to do?" Grinning.
"I don't think that's what that means," he said, "Caught me off guard but it was awesome!"
"Good. Want me to do it again?"
"Sure, surprise me." he said.
And I did two days later.
Camp was over and we all came home. Things got back to normal. Well, relatively normal. It was a great summer.
Back to the conversation at the lake ...
He turns to me and says, "how come we don't do anything?"
