Seth and I trudged through the forested mountains, rain pouring down and every step making me question our sanity in deciding to go camping this weekend. His wife had quite reasonably decided to stay home and I was wondering if she was the smart one. Seth didn't seem to mind and encouraged me to stick with our plans.
We finally got to the campsite, not surprised to find we were the only ones there. We had seen only two other hikers on the trail all day and they were surprised we were headed in, not out.
Making the best of it, we pretty much laughed at ourselves through setting up the tent and getting everything tucked away as best we could. Dinner was basic but filling and the light was fading fast. We decided to call it a day.
The tent was a good size but two grown men couldn't help but to be right next to each other. Our sleeping bags were open towards each other. I didn't mind, welcoming the added warmth. Seth chuckled a bit, saying this was a good arrangement.
Seth was a little older than me, his marriage with Trisha always seemed to be ideal. She was a vivacious brunette and always gave off a positive, sexy vibe. Seth seemed the perfect compliment for her.
I had gone through a messy divorce and hadn't been with anyone for a while. That was fine with me, although I had to admit some serious morning and evening masturbation sessions from the extended lack of sex; many of these involved Trisha.
"Are you warm enough?" Seth asked.
"Yes, thanks. We'll keep each other warm."
That came out a little differently than I'd meant and in the darkness I may have caught a flash of smile cross his face.
"I'm sure we will," he responded.
I admired Seth a bit, partially due to his outgoing nature, partially due to how open he was about everything. He had admitted to me years ago about his bisexual encounters and I always had a vague idea that sometimes, he looked at me in a way that was a little more than friendship. But I was just camping with a close friend.
We settled in. I went down to my underwear in my bag. He stripped naked inside his bag and as my eyes were adjusting to the dark, I caught a lingering glimpse of his body, including his cock. Seth was shaved clean and his skin was smooth all over. The glimpse was just a few moments but I had the impression his cock was large.
I turned away from Seth, my back only inches from him and hearing his breath. I was happy for that small separation because the view had affected me in a totally unexpected way.
I had felt an electric charge all around my cock. It was growing of its own accord. My mind wouldn't stop bringing up images about him taking care of himself, pulling out his cock and stroking it. What his cock might look like hard and full. How much cum might pump out of it.
These images were both surprising - I had never thought of Seth that way before - and intensely arousing. My experience with other men had been limited to some playing around when I was adolescent, but as an adult I had never been with a man. The idea of being out here all alone, that something could happen made it all the more intense. My cock was hard and started to ache a bit. I tried to will it down.
I was glad to hear his breathing become gentle and even. I could not resist the feeling and reached down to squeeze my cock, anything to relieve the ache. Nothing would make it go down. Thankfully after a time I finally started drifting off.
It was only a few minutes later that Seth's hand moved gently onto my side. I was frozen, pretending I was asleep. His hand rested on my hip, not moving. I had thought he was asleep, maybe he was just moving in his sleep?
My mind went back to where it had been before. About Seth stroking himself. Things unbidden began rising in my mind. His cock. Hard. What would it feel like in my mouth? What would it taste like?
His hand didn't move and I started relaxing, trying to drift away into sleep again when slowly, almost imperceptibly, his hand started moving. It was ever so gently caressing my skin. Now I was fully awake but stayed completely still.
I didn't know what to do; should I stay frozen? Wake him up? Should I roll over? But then he would know I had a raging hard cock. He might not see it but where his hand was, if I rolled over he would certainly feel it in the darkness. I was confused, wide awake, painfully aroused and more than a little afraid of the feelings going through me.
His hand didn't care. It went slowly across my hip, down to my stomach. Down low on my stomach, I could swear his hand bumped the tip of my hard penis. I could feel precum flowing out of me and I was terrified that even through my shorts, it might have gotten onto my friend's hand.
He quietly moved his body closer to mine. Now I could feel the warmth of his skin just next to me. His breathing was deeper, brushing my shoulder. My entire focus was on that hand, ever so softly brushing my stomach just above my penis.
His hand moved up to my chest, a feather-light caress across my chest and centering on a nipple. A light shock went through me and I could feel it hardening under his touch. He moved his hand down again and a shiver went through me as my body responded to his touch.
"Shhhh," he whispered so quietly I thought I may have imagined it. His hand went further down... still further down.
All doubt was removed when he didn't stop and his hand gently touched my stiff cock. His fingers explored the hard length and the feeling was so intense I involuntarily jerked.
"Relax," he breathed into my ear. "Let me help that."
He gently rolled me over onto my back. His hand now openly explored my aching hard cock through my shorts. He softly pressed against my side and I could feel his cock on my hip, warm and hardening.
Every possible emotion raced through me. I was upset, attracted, alone, vulnerable and unbelievably turned on.
My eyes flew open when he reached into my shorts and pulled my cock free, the tip wet with precum. My vision had adjusted to the dark, he was watching me intently as he started to caress and stroke my shaft. Fireworks were going off in my cock.
"This is wrong," a voice in my head was saying. "He's another man. He's stroking your cock. You should make it stop."
He squeezed, twisted the skin on the shaft gently. More fireworks.
"Doesn't that feel nice?" he asked. His hand squeezed and milked me.
I looked at Seth. His intense gaze, his smooth body. His confidence, his closeness. I've known him for years. It all made sense now; he wanted me all along. He brought me here for this. I looked up and his eyes were looking right into me.
I gave in.
I moaned. "mmmm... Yes. It feels so good."
