The two of us lay in the tent, listening to the sound of the wind howling and the rain lashing down outside, trying to sleep. Beside me was my very good friend Matthew, a gorgeous young man who was disappointingly straight. As the night wore on, I could feel Matthew tossing and turning in his sleeping bag, and getting more and more restless. After a while of this, I rolled over and asked if he was OK.
"Not really," he whispered back. "I need to go for a pee, but I don't want to go outside in that weather."
I was grateful. The design of the small tent meant that if he tried to get out during the night there was a good chance of him kneeing or kicking me in the head, but worse was that the wind and rain was blowing straight towards the tent door, so as soon as he opened it, I would get soaked as well as him.
"Can't you go to sleep, and hold on til morning?" I asked.
"No, I really need to go," he replied. "I can't sleep. I was hoping the rain would have stopped by now, but it hasn't eased off at all."
We lay in silence for a few minutes, then he whispered "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to go out. I haven't even got an empty bottle in here I could pee into." He started to rummage around to find his coat.
"Wait," I said. "If you're that desperate, I'll drink it for you."
"What?" he sounded shocked.
"Pee into my mouth, and I'll drink it. That way you can go to sleep, and neither of us are going to get rained on."
I could tell he wasn't sure. "I don't mind, I really don't." How much should I tell him? Would he feel better for knowing how much I wanted to drink his piss, any man's piss, and that my dick was already getting hard just at the thought of it? Probably not...
"Well ... OK ... if you're absolutely sure." A thought struck him. "You're not going to ask me to do the same for you, are you?"
"Don't worry," I reassured him. "I'll be fine til morning."
"So how are we going to do this, then?"
"You'll have to get out of your sleeping bag," I said, as I bent my knees and moved down towards the bottom of the tent, then shuffled sideways until I was in the middle. "Now just crouch over me, put your dick in my mouth, and let it go. Slowly! I don't want to spill any of it."
He swung his leg over and straddled me, the sweaty crotch of his boxer briefs inches above my face. Balancing on one hand, he used his other hand to tentatively pull his dick out of the fly. He was normally very shy and I hadn't seen his dick before, and in the darkness of the tent I couldn't see much of it now, but as it brushed past my nose towards my open lips, I got an impression of it being slender but a decent length.
I felt his soft, silky foreskin come to rest against my lips, and then he eased down slightly, the head of his dick popping through into my mouth. After a moment, there was a trickle on my tongue, that delicious warm, salty taste of man piss, and I gulped hurriedly to avoid spilling any on my pillow as he filled my mouth. He carried on pissing for what seemed like minutes as I gulped and swallowed, and as the flow started to slow down, I could feel his soft cock getting firmer and fatter in my mouth. As his stream petered out altogether, I started to lick the swelling head of his cock, but he quickly pulled out.
"Thank you," he whispered, as he snuggled back down in his sleeping bag and almost immediately went to sleep, leaving me with a full bladder and a raging hard-on to ignore.
The following evening gave us better weather. Matthew seemed slightly tense, and I wondered if he was feeling awkward about the previous night. I hadn't noticed him go for a piss before we turned in for the night, but I wasn't paying too much attention and didn't think anything of it.
We had been laying in our sleeping bags for about quarter of an hour when he turned to me and whispered "I forgot to go to the toilet earlier."
"And you want me to help you out again?" I whispered back.
"Only if you're happy to," he replied nervously. "I mean, not if you don't want to."
"No, it's OK, of course I will," I reassured him. So, it wasn't raining and he had "forgotten" to go to the toilet? I smiled to myself. He wanted this as much as I did.
As I shuffled towards the middle of the tent, I could hear him taking his pants off this time, and as he swung his leg over me, could I detect a sweaty musk in the air? Pheromones, perhaps? As his dick brushed against my face as we tried to connect in the darkness I realised, yes!, he was rock hard. My own dick, which had been growing in my pants, sprang immediately to attention. I got my lips around the end of his dick, and I could feel his head was poking through but still slightly covered by his foreskin.
We held that pose for an expectant moment, and then just when it seemed like he wasn't going to go at all, I tasted a dribble of piss running over my tongue, and then a little bit more, but it was clear he was either too hard to piss properly, or he hadn't really need to go after all. The dribble dried up completely, but he didn't move. "I think that's all I've got," he whispered. I kept my lips tight on his dick and he still didn't move. I licked the exposed head and he moaned, pushing into my mouth, his erection resting on my tongue and poking at the back of my throat. I got to work, sucking on his gorgeous piece of meat as hard as I could.
With the smell of his sweaty crotch filling my nostrils, my own dick was now so hard that it hurt. I knew I had to keep my hands busy. With one hand I held the base of his cock and fondled his hairy bollocks, and with the other I stroked his back, his lower back, his arse ... his tight, firm arse ... his furry arse ... I ran my fingers down his sweaty crack, feeling the wiry hair around his hole. This was definitely a two-handed job. I let go of his throbbing balls, and gently massaged his peachy bum cheeks with one hand, while with the other hand I explored his crack deeper.
As my questing fingers pressed against his tight, virgin hole, I felt a tingle of electricity surge through his body. The tip of my finger broke through, into his hot, wet, secret man cave, and then he moaned and shuddered. His dick pulsed and shot streams of creamy spunk into my mouth and down my throat. As I sucked and guped and licked to get as much of the tastiest midnight snack known to man down me as I could, like a horny teenager I felt my own neglected dick spasm and fill my pants with cum.
I took my pants off and wiped the mess off my softening cock, and as he got back into his sleeping bag, I dropped the spunky boxers on his face and whispered in his ear "Look what you made me do."
I kissed him on the cheek and nuzzled up to him, putting my arm round him and feeling the warmth of his naked body through the two sleeping bags as we pulled each other close and cuddled until morning.