The cool of the night flowed over the lake as we began to set up the rods on the bank.
The eerie light of the moon waxed over the dark green and brown mottled tent.
The rod ends touched under the front flap of the tent allowing us to get to them or reset the alarm without actually getting out of the tent and into the cool night air.
"Turn the sleeping bags round so they open at the flap end," said Jim.
"OK .... say .... Why don't we zip the two bags together just for tonight," I said.
He nodded his approval as I tugged at the bags and unzipped them and then re zipped them as a single double bag.
We had a 'low light' hanging from the top of the ridge of the tent. This provided a feint glimmer, just enough to make things out but not enough to cast shadows all over the place.
Jim was tugging at his trousers and briefs and they fell away in a single movement. I was doing the same but not really concentrating on the task at hand, I was too busy looking at the totem pole.
He took off his shirt and slipped into the sleeping bag wearing only a tank top vest.
I hurried to do the same and was conscious that his eyes were all over me.
I slid into the bag which was already warm from the heat of his body. As I slid down I felt the inevitable rock hard cock jutting out straight from his body. My cock brushed his shoulder and upper arm as I had slid into the bag. I was already half way there and hadn't even touched it yet.
His right hand slid round the side of my face and he brushed his lips over mine. I thought I was going to come that instant. My pulse was racing, my cock was burning and throbbing, my cheeks were on fire and I tried to catch his mouth as it passed my lips. I made a small movement forward and just planted one on the side of his mouth. He moved his head back almost immediately and kissed me hard straight flush on the lips, rolling my bottom lip in his mouth and pinching it with his teeth.
His left hand moved down the front of my body and lodged at my pubic hair. He played with it and for some unexplainable reason I squealed. I squealed like a young puppy and he immediately grabbed my cock and started working on it with both hands. It took only moments for me to be ready to blow my load.
Then without warning he stopped and gripped the base of my cock about as hard as it was possible to do. I thought that the mixture of pain and excitement would send me over the edge, but no, I didn't shoot and I started to cool down, just for a moment.
He set about the same treatment again, with his expert hands moving up and down my shaft, with cool rhythmic movements.
This happened about 3 or 4 times and I was ten miles high with excitement, sweat and my legs were tense continually from the near orgasm.
I started to take short breaths and the sweat trickled down my forehead and into my eyes and my hands explored his chest hair and nipples.