This day would forever be held in memory. The weather was absolutely perfect I was on the highway, with the windows down, the radio blaring, and I was singing the newest country song from Garth. I was 23, unattached, and in the prime of my life. I was ready for adventure.
I was about to begin life in a new city. I had recently graduated from college and had been recruited by a major corporation in the Mid-west. I was from the New England area and found this part of the country very foreign, but felt a sudden attraction to the open spaces and quaint farms. The grass and trees seemed more green, they sky more blue, and my own body more alive.
The company had arranged to pay for a hotel till I could find an apartment. I didn't know a soul in town, and had the sudden realization that I could reinvent myself. There would be new friends who would meet a different Nick that the person who left home just 2 days prior.
My first day began in the personnel office, completing tons of paperwork and forms. Finally, I was escorted to meet my new supervisor and co-workers. They were all young like myself, and the word 'yuppie' came to mind. All dressed in business casual, like a GAP television commercial. I guess my coat and tie was a little overdressed.
A co-worker, Jim, was assigned to show me around and help me get my cubicle set up. There were so much details, phones, computer, e-mail, on and on till my mind turned to mush. Jim detected my over load, and left me alone to absorb my surroundings. At 5:00pm he returned with his charming smile.
"Hey, Nick, You have any dinner plans? If you don't have plans, I'd like to take you out and show you around town."
Jim was a pleasant guy, about 6' tall, 180 pounds, and beautiful red hair and freckles. His blue eyes danced with reflected light. His smile was disarming, and he had an easy personality. I gladly accepted his offer, anxious to make new friends, and eating another meal alone held no joy for me. He followed me to my hotel so I could change clothes. We took his car to the restaurant.
Jim's car was a convertible, and I thoroughly enjoyed having the top down on a beautiful summer day. He looked like a Hollywood movie star in his aviator sunglasses, cocky smile and expensive clothes. He took me on a tour of town, beyond the boundaries of the clean sterile suburban surroundings of the company offices. Jim was an excellent tour guide, full of interesting details of the history and culture of the area. We ate Mexican food on the Westside, a Hispanic enclave. The food was excellent, and the margarita was the best I had ever tasted.
In the conversation of the evening, Jim told me his story, which oddly enough, was very similar to my own, the only difference being the names of his hometown, high school, and college. It was a great way to break down the barriers of a work relationship.
Over the next several weeks, we became close friends. I eventually located an apartment in his complex, and we carpooled to work. As summer wore on, Jim and I talked about our plans for the July 4th holiday weekend. We were both too far from home to make in on a three or four day weekend. We decided to go camping at a state park about 100 miles away. My camping stuff had not been used in years, and I was anxious to use it again. Jim had nothing, so he bought a sleeping bag and decided to share my tent. We took my vehicle as it had more room for the gear, and set off after work. It seemed to take forever to buy the groceries, gas up the car, go to the bank, but finally we were on the highway, along with the rest of the city trying to escape for the weekend.
We arrived with just enough sunlight to set up the tent. It had been awhile, so I had to read the instructions to get it up correctly. We rolled out the bags, and quickly realized how small a two-man tent can be. We had to leave most of the gear in the car to have enough room to sleep.
After a small campfire, we both headed for bed. Changing clothes was a real effort in the tent, We were both trying to undress at the same time, and kept bumping each other. Up until that moment, I had not noticed much detail about Jim's body. Oh sure, I admired the way he looked in a swimsuit, and had even helped him put sunscreen on his back. But suddenly I had a curiosity about his body hair, his pecks, and skin.
When Jim slipped off his jeans, I caught a glance of his designer underwear. I found myself looking at his body. I quickly averted my eyes when Jim looked my way. The electric lantern gave off just enough light to see the outline of his penis and testicles. Up till this point, I had given little thought as to what I would sleep in, and realized I should have brought sleeping shorts.
I was aware that my own body was responding to Jim's undressing. I was confused by this reaction, as I was normally in more control. Sex had never been a high priority. I never understood my friends whose whole purpose in life was sex. My encounters had always been very conventional, typical encounters in high school and college. I enjoyed jerking off while reading a Playboy or a Penthouse. But tonight was like none of that, and I was unprepared to recognize my sexual needs.
It was fairly hot summer evening, so I lay on top of the bag in my underwear. I was not ashamed of my body as I had a good build and kept in shape. I was aware of an increased amount of fullness, and that maybe I was giving Jim a good show. Jim was also in good shape, but had slightly more body hair than I. His pecs were covered with a dusting of red hair, extending down to his navel. His skin was very white, and reflected even the dimmest light.
Just when we were getting comfortable, Jim remembered his medicine in the car. He got onto his knees. I turned on the lantern to help his get out. I was staring at his ass. It was definitely his best feature, strong and round, filling out his underwear. I also got a quick glance of his packed underwear as he crawled out of the tent.
As my cock responded to the sights around me I became aware of desires and needs that were totally foreign to me. I had not had sex since moving, and how deprived my body had been I rationalized that this need had allowed arousal at things that normally wouldn't stimulate me.
Jim quickly shot through the tent flap, landing halfway on me as he turned to zip it up. His touch was electric, and my body responded with a full fledge erection. I made sure the light was quickly turned off to avoid detection. I lay there, afraid to move, wanting sleep, aroused, ashamed, and confused.
Jim wanted to talk. "This is great! I haven't been camping since high-school. I love sleeping outdoors. I haven't felt this alive in years."
"It is great" I replied. "I love the outdoors. I can feel air in my lungs and the blood pumping through my veins."
"Yeah, I noticed!" was Jim's reply.
I was suddenly embarrassed and quiet.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It happens to all of us. There is something about camping that brings out the real man in all of us."
We moved into conversations about living alone, the lack of women in our lives, even discussed that masturbation was our only outlet. It was the most intimate conversation I had ever had in my life. Full of true emotion, heart felt thoughts, and bonding connections with a friend. We moved on into our hope and dreams for the future, and finally drifted off to sleep.
The following morning was a real scramble to get dressed while needing the bathroom. I quickly slipped on my jeans and shoes and scrambled for the toilet. Jim was doing the same, and I detected some difficulty with his zipper working against his morning hardness. We walked together, and stood side by side at the urinals. I tried to look only at the wall, but sneaked a quick peek in his direction, and felt my jaw drop when I saw a good 6 inches of spongy manhood.
We cooked a real breakfast, and then prepared for a hike. We packed a sack lunch and water bottles, and headed down the trail. We didn't plan to go too far, but were both invigorated by the great outdoors. We stopped for lunch by a large creek that had a fairly large pool of water. After we ate, I waded into the water to cool of my feet. Jim soon joined me. The rocky bottom made for clear water, and I was soon contemplating a quick swim.
"Hey Jim, I think I'd like to take a quick swim. Want to join me?"
"Sure, that sounds great. I wish I had brought my suit, but it seems pretty secluded."
Jim moved back to the bank and began to undress. I expected him to stop at his underwear. I was also shedding my clothes. Jim surprised me when he peeled off his underwear and turned to enter the water. I could feel my pulse quicken and the excitement build as I followed his example. It was very invigorating to be skinny-dipping. I felt alive in the cool water, the summer sun, and best of all, to be naked. The water was just deep enough for some underwater swimming, and we were soon splashing each other in our new found boyhood. The splashing grew into dunking, and we were soon wrestling for superiority.
I felt Jim swim between my legs and lift himself in an attempt to catch me off guard and dunk me under. I felt his skin touch my balls, and I shivered with excitement, lost my balance and went under. I came up spitting water, and moving in earnest to get him back. I tried a frontal approach, but was unable to lift him. I swam underwater and Jim caught me between his legs before I could swim through. I detected his hardness as we continued our play. I had also developed a rather large erection. Our play turned decidedly more sexual as our attempts to dunk were directed to the lower body. At one point I escaped his grasp, and moved to the upper edge of the pool where it was muddy. I grabbed a handful of mud and hit Jim square in the chest. The look of surprise was evident on his face, and he moved to tackle me back into the mud. It was real slimy and we were soon covered from head to foot in the mud. Our erections were now very evident, and I was especially aware that his cock was much larger than my own 6 inches. I attempted to cover his cock was a huge handful of mud, and Jim suddenly did not resist my action, but let his eyes role back. His cock was warm to the touch, and the head was very red and angry looking. I squished the mud into his balls and coated the shaft. Jim spread his legs and I rammed mud everywhere. The sexual energy was almost tangible, and he quickly returned the action, and coated my cock and balls. His hands and mud felt so wonderful, and yet very foreign. I could feel my excitement level grow beyond any range of normal.
"Oh Jim, stop! I'm about to embarrass myself"
He continued coating me with mud. When I could not take it any longer, I reached down, and began to stoke myself, using the mud as lubrication. Jim rolled back and watched as my body tensed and shuddered. I shot thick ropes of cum all over my chest and tummy. It took me a few seconds to catch my breath. I could feel my face turn red, embarrassed at what I had just done.
Jim stayed beside me in the mud. His erection was clearly not going away, and it swayed with his movements. My own shame and guilt would only allow me to look skyward. I was unsure what to say or do, so I began with an apology.
"I'm sorry. I never intended to do that."
"Nick, don't worry about it. That mud fight was pretty wild. There's only one problem…" he said looking at his erection.
"I'll look away so you can finish" was my reply
With that, he began to stroke his cock. I didn't utter a word, but could not look away. I had never seen a guy jack off, let alone one covered with mud in the great outdoors. Part of me wanted to help, but he didn't ask. I watched as he manipulated his manhood to full glory, touching his balls, and increasing his strokes till he came with a grunt. It did not spurt beyond his tummy, but it was an impressive show none the less. He did not look at me as he slipped into the water and cleaned off his body. Quietly, we both dressed and continued the hike.
At first, I found it difficult to look Jim in the eye, but as the day wore on, it became easier and more comfortable to be near him. I was unable to place a name or description on what had happened in the mud. For the time being, I just labeled it as 'horse play.' I was not ready to explore this in more depth.
On arrival back to our campsite in the last afternoon, we both rested in the shade. I was stiff and sore and took some ibuprofin. I was anxious for a shower, and began to gather my stuff.
"Hey, I'm going to take a shower and get the stink of the mud off me. "
"That's a great idea. I think I'll join you before I start supper."
We both walked to the bathroom. I was feeling a little nervous about being naked with Jim. The last time I had lost control, and was feeling very unsure about how I would respond again. The set up was very primitive, and we had to shower without benefit of walls or shower curtains. I tried to be very business like, but found myself catching peeks at Jim's body. The mud had found places to hide in my body where I would have preferred some privacy, but we were both in the same condition. In soaping my balls and ass, I began to feel some arousal.. Jim unusually large penis attracted my attention, and I'm sure I was not very discrete with my glances.
"Jim, you've got some mud on your upper back. Need some help?" I asked.
"Thanks" was his simple reply.
I was a little nervous about touching him, but it went fairly fast. I was surprised that I wanted to explore more, but quickly pulled back when his back was clean. Without even asking, Jim took some soap, and washed my upper back. His touch felt like magic, and my body responded in spite of my will to remain calm.
"I see some mud a little lower, hold on" Jim said, with a slight quiver in his voice.
I felt his hands go lower on my back, and suddenly he was caressing my ass. I spread my legs in an automatic response. I could feels his hands go lower and lower. My dick was totally awake now, so I faced the wall. Jim was very thorough, and cleaned all around my asshole. I had never been touched there before, and was overwhelmed by the adrenaline release. My senses were sharper, my ears heard every sound, I could feel the heat from the water and his hands.
"There, I think you're all clean now. I think you better make sure I'm all clean."
Jim turned towards the shower wall, spread his legs while holding his hands against the wall. I knew this was now decidedly sexual, but I was beyond caring. I soaped my hands and moved closer. I began on his back and moved lower and lower. My cock almost hurt from the pressure of the intense erection. I got some more soap lathered up, and began on his ass. I was unsure how to proceed, but allowed my hands to work near his anus. I could see his balls, and worked the skin behind them. I worked a single finger near his anus, and could feel Jim tense up. I withdrew my hands and rinsed them in the shower spray.
Jim turned around, and his erection was bouncing before him. I was amazed at his size, a good 7 inched of red throbbing meat. It wasn't as hard as my mine, and hung just below horizontal. My was so hard and aroused that it was pointing skyward. We made eye contact, and I knew that Jim wanted me to continue my exploration. Using the soap as pretense, I began to soap down his chest and stomach. Jim has now closed his eyes and tilted his head back. As I made contact with his red public hair, His cock began to throb. The head was now purple, and there was a shinny drop at the tip. I soaped his balls, in a very sensual way, not longer need it to be utilitarian. My own inhibitions no longer had a voice in my head. I saved his shaft for last, and began a slow steady pumping action with my fist. I increased my speed, his groans like music to my ears. He knees slightly buckled as he began to ejaculate, hitting my leg and dribbling over my fist. I could feel him becoming more sensitive, and withdrew my hand.
With only body language, he motioned me against the wall, and he began to explore my body in the guise of washing. I had never experienced this kind of touching before. My sexual experiences had been very functional, but never so erotic. I watched as Jim covered every inch of my front, skipping my groin till he returned from my legs. I spread my legs so he could get at my balls, and winced as he touched my asshole. I had closed my eyes in pleasure, waiting to feel his hand on my cock, but instead felt a warm unusual touch. I opened my eyes to see Jim on his knees, taking me in his mouth. The sensation was totally knew, and my whole body shook with passion and arousal. He played with the tip before engulfing me with his mouth. The shower wall was my only support, I became lost, my brain no longer able to contain the pleasure. I felt my balls pull up, and that familiar sensation deep behind my balls. My breath caught in my throat, and was not able to warn Jim of my impending explosion. The first volley of cum made him gag, but he quickly returned to catch the remainder. He left only when I had shriveled back to normal.
I was unsure what to say, or what to do. Jim got off his knees, smiled, and began to wash his hair. I was confused, embarrassed, and totally exhausted by my orgasm, so I finished my shower and began to dry off. We returned to the campsite and began to prepare our meal.
Sitting around the campfire, after several hours with few words, I finally had to talk.
"I've never experienced anything like what we did today. I'm not sure what to say to you other than it was incredible."
"Hey, it was also a first for me. I've never even thought about a guy that way before. I was totally aroused by the skinny-dipping and mud fight. When you washed that mud off my back, my brain suddenly went into overdrive, and I lost all control" Jim said.
I replied "It almost felt like an out of body experience."
"Yeah, I felt that way too."
Sitting in the lawn chair, I suddenly felt my cock begin to expand. I was fighting the urge to want to lay Jim on the ground, and make passionate love to him. My own personal inhibitions were keeping me from acting on the urge.
We sat quietly, keeping the conversation out of the sexual arena. When we got up for bed, I groaned with sore muscles. I stretched to relieve some stiffness, then stepped behind a nearby tree to empty my bladder. Before I could begin, I heard Jim come up from behind and then stood beside me. He lowered his sweat pants, and pulled out his cock to pee. We both hit the ground at the same time. I could feel my curiosity rise and wanted to see him pee. He was soon done, shook off the last drop, and pulled his pants up. I was becoming aroused, but quickly stuffed it back inside, still being confused by my own interests.
Getting ready for bed was quick, and I was the first to lay down. Jim zipped up the tent, and lay down to get undressed. My brain was already polluted with desire, and I was trying to figure out to begin some sexual play.
My convoluted comment was "Man, my muscles are sure sore. How about a back rub?"
"Sure, I could use one too. You got any lotion?"
"Yes, in my stuff, I'll get it."
I had to go to the car in my underwear, but the darkness hid me. I was already aroused, but ignored the obvious fact. I lay down on my stomach and handed him the lotion. It was cold as he poured some on my back, but his warm hand quickly moved it into my skin. He moved in circles, kneading my soreness.
He moved to gain better access to both sides of my back, and had moved directly over my butt. As he leaned forward to rub my shoulders, I could feel his hardness. He seemed to be pushing it harder and harder, and I was extremely aroused. Finally he slid lower to reach my lower back and waist.
"Can we lower your underwear?" was his question.
"Sure, go ahead, whatever you need."
Jim carefully lowered them. I raised up to make it easier, only the waistband caught on my erection. Jim moved his hand to free them, and lingered on my hardness.
"There, that's better. Let me just slip them all the way off."
I knew then that we didn't need to play games any longer. We both wanted the same thing. I laid still, completely lost in Jim's warm hands. He was not overtly sexual until he worked his way up from my legs. I spread my legs slightly, and he began to message my ass muscles. His thumbs came very close as he began his strokes low moving up. I opened further, wanting him to touch me there. I wanted more, but wasn't sure what more there was.
Suddenly, Jim rolled off and said it was my turn. Without asking, Jim removed his underwear and lay face down. I straddled his ass, allowing my cock to touch his cleft. I warmed the lotion in my hands, and began to imitate the techniques that Jim had used. I thoroughly enjoyed the forward strokes, feeling my hard cock slide between our bodies. I moved lower to get his calves, returning upwards to his thigh. I urgently wanted to explore his ass. He spread his legs as if he were reading my mind. He even lifted himself to expose his private entrance.
I put more lotion on my hands, and began to move close to his tight ring. I used my finger to press against the resistance. I knew Jim was enjoying this by the moans and the way he pushed against my finger. I wanted to be gentle, but part of me had become animalistic. Jim had raised himself to his knees, and his balls were dangling. My finger had moved beyond the outer ring, and I had found the walnut sized gland that felt so hard. It was as if my brain had gone numb, and my cock had taken over. I raised myself, moving my hardness near his ass. I had never done this before, and hesitated.
In that second, Jim said, "Fuck me!"
Knowing that we were both virgins, I wanted to move slowly. I used the lotion on my dick and pressed against him. The resistance was pronounced, and I was unsure how hard to push, when I felt Jim push against me, and suddenly the head slipped in. I know it was painful, so I remained still. A few seconds passed before Jim pushed again. I suddenly felt the warmth and silkiness of being inside him. It was all new and very stimulating. I began with slow, easy strokes. When I could feel him relax, I began to fuck in earnest. My balls were slapping his, and I could hear the sound they made. I held his hips in my hands as I began to feel that familiar response inside me. I tried to be quiet, but made a deep guttural sound as I fill his ass with cum. I had to quit pumping, as my dick suddenly became overly sensitive. I lowered my self and hugged his back. He lowered himself to the floor, and I felt my dick pop out.
Jim turned over, and I could see his face. There were tears on his cheeks, and at first thought that I had hurt him. He surprised me as he moved to kiss me. Our mouths were suddenly joined in passion. I moved closer and felt his hardness between our bodies. In my own pleasure, I had forgotten that Jim had not yet cum. I began to lower myself, first sucking his nipples, then moving to his cock. He need was great, and foreplay long forgotten. I was new to this and unsure how to take him. I just began to explore him, his taste and the smooth texture. His pre-cum was slick on my tongue, and I went around his head, stopping to probe his slit.
Jim responded to my touch, by spreading himself out into complete submission. I explored his balls, taking each into my mouth. The hair was unusual, but didn't deter me from his pleasure. His ass was wet from my own cum, and I slipped my finger back inside. I rubbed his prostate as I took him into my mouth. It only took a few seconds before I felt the muscle ring tighten against my finger. I knew he was close, but chose to stay on his cock. I could only get about half, but worked hard to give him pleasure. The first gush of cum was overwhelming, and I pulled off to breathe. The second volley his me square in the face. The third was lost in the darkness, but I resumed sucking him and enjoyed the remainder. I had never tasted cum, and the taste was unusual, but not unpleasant. I shared the last with Jim in a deep kiss.
We fell asleep, cuddled in each other's arms. When I awoke, the sun was already warming the tent. I was in the crook of Jim's arms, and quietly began to explore his chest with my free hand. He nipples responded to my touch. There was dried cum in his chest hair, and the air was pungent with the smell of sex. I found his penis, which was already half hard. I began to play with it, and knew that Jim was about to awaken.
His first words were "I had a strange dream…Oh, maybe it wasn't a dream!"
"If it was, I had the same dream" I replied with his hard cock in my hand.
I continued to stoke him. He spread his legs, and rolled his head back, closing his eyes. I found the lotion, and used it to increase the pleasure. I used my second hand to manipulate his balls. In a few minutes, he groaned and spilled his cum on his stomach, and then dribbled over my hand.
"Now that a way to say 'Good Morning'" he said smiling.
I rolled back, mostly because of the growing heat from the sun.
"I see you're up and ready this morning too" he continued.
"Every morning he greets me this way" I playfully responded, giving my dick a quick shake.
"Here, let me" Jim replied.
Jim took some lotion just as I had done, and began to stroke my piss hard shaft. I groaned in pleasure, as he found my erotic places. I raised my butt of the floor as I felt my orgasm build. I wanted it to last, but I also wanted relief, and allowed him to bring me to the brink quickly. Even I was surprised as the first drops hit my chest. Usually when I jerk-off this quickly, it only fills my navel. In seconds it was over, and Jim removed his hand, knowing that I would be very sensitive.
The sudden need to pee was overwhelming. It was difficult to dress lying down, but we were both quickly walking to the restroom. It almost hurt as I felt the stream hit the porcelain. I looked over at Jim, and was rewarded by a beautiful smile. I felt my face light up, and knew that our relationship was more that we had ever dreamed.