Several tents, each one paired with a picnic table, had been pitched within the sprawling state forest. Groups of campers played cards while others made small talk.
A Golden Retriever chased a frisbie which it carried back to its owner.
Nearby, a foot path wound its way to a pond where campers liked to cast a fishing line. Bass were numerous. Lilly pads covered large portions of the pond.
Jason and I had been friends since that Saturday in May we met on the softball field. We had pitched our tent a few hours ago at mid morning.
This pond is not a new spot for us. We had both spent a few days camping here during past summers, just not with each other. Jay's lifestyle, however, was new, not to mention surprising.
The pond came into view a few score feet ahead of us, its water glistening under the noon day sun. The trail sloped downward to a small patch of sand.
Standing with his back to me, Jay got out of his clothes revealing his naked ass. My mouth went agape. I,of course, was wearing swim trunks.
"No bathing suit," I asked.
"Nope," he replied.
Since that first rush of hormones through my body 14 years ago many occasions have seen me imagine myself indulging in sex with a guy. Outwardly, I've always been attracted to girls. Lisa from high school had been my first kiss. That's the way it should be, or so I was taught.
"You should try this," he urged.
As those words hung in the air I watched him walking into the water. Reluctantly,I got out of my swim trunks.
We were standing in chest deep water when his eyes caught my eyes. A second or two ticked away then a quick kiss sent a spark through me. I pulled him into another kiss, this one expressing pent up desire.
Beneath the surface of the water I had become aroused, as did Jason. His hand closed loosely around the 5.5 inch shaft that is my manhood.
I realized right then that my recurring fantasy, however secret, was my greatest desire.
"I think we should go back to the tent."
He nodded silently.
Having put our pants on over our bare asses, we grabbed the rest of our clothes and dashed barefooted back to our site. We were barely inside the tent when he pulled me into another kiss, this one with tongue. Meanwhile we opened each other's pants letting them to our ankles. His hands pressed my now bare buttocks. His dick brushed mine keeping both of us aroused.
I went down onto my back pulling my knees back to my chest. Jason mounted me, his dick sliding in and out. Grunts masked my intense pleasure as my orifice tingled and stretched to accommodate him.
Sometime later that afternoon we found an area where we could toss a frisbee. For roughly a half hour the red disk glided each way between us, many times not so accurately.
"I want to get a dog," he remarked.
