The dawn light illuminated the tent and I rubbed my wet ass with a towel and slipped into my jeans and top. Jim's cock still looked semi hard and I rolled it my hand and started to milk it. There was no sign of any change in hardness from his pole but it felt good and made my own cock start to stand up hard.
I unzipped the tent and got out, as I stood up and stretched in the cool morning air, and gazed at the sights and sounds around us.
"Hey how goes it man," said the guy on the next pitch.
"Ok, it's a great morning isn't it?" I responded.
"You two guys aren't into fishing really, are you?" he quizzed.
"Oh no?" I said "what makes you say that fella?"
"I liked the Asthma bit last night, that's a first and original if I ever heard it" he said with a sneer.
"Mind your own God damn business will you!" said Jim as he emerged from the tent "what's it got to do with you anyhow?"
He stepped right up to the guy within inches of his face and sucked in a great lungful of air, puffing out his great hairy chest.
He looked twice his size and ominously threatening.
"Ok, Ok you made your point and I think I made mine," said the guy as he back peddled away from the situation.
He wondered away back towards his own pitch and when a comfortable distance away he made a hand gesture and said something neither of us could make out.
I grabbed Jim's sleeve as he was about to go after the guy.
"Leave it, let's get out of here and try another campsite or maybe even go home"
"The cheeky god'damn bastard" Jim huffed and puffed.
We dismantled the tent and packed all the equipment back up into its carrying cases and loaded the car. We drove out of the track and onto the main road.
"Let's go home shall we?" I said
"Sure, but maybe we can stop somewhere along the way and have a 'play" Jim smiled
"Sure why not," I responded
We drove along the road and I slid across the front bench seat close up to Jim.