Camping, oral anal, M/MMM
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Camping Trip with Friends By Wolf
When I was an 18-year-old senior in high school I was not an out-doorsman, in fact I was the bookish type. I was invited to go on a camping trip with a buddy, named Mac, along with two of our friends. We used his father's full-sized Chevy Tahoe to carry the camping gear and the four of us to the mountains. The three of them had been Boy Scouts that were experienced campers and had all the gear needed, including enough extra gear for me to accompany them.
It was a couple hours' drive until we left the paved road and followed a dirt road until we came upon a clearing close to a running stream. My friend parked the Tahoe on the edge of the clearing, and we unloaded the gear. The first thing we did was to check out the stream. It was only a couple of feet deep and was clear, swift running cold water. They gave me what they called a Sierra cup, to dip into the water to drink the cold water.
Then we went about setting up our campsite. We dragged a couple of old logs to the center of the clearing and placed them in a V formation and set up the fire pit in the middle. Then we set up our four tents in a square. I had to read the instructions to set up my two-man tent, but I managed to do it on my own without help from the other guys. By the time we built a fire and cooked our dinner it was dark. We sat on the logs and gossiped about our teachers and classmates before we started telling ghost stories and tall tales about crazy killers in the mountains killing campers, while drinking beer.
I was not a beer drinker and I felt the effects of a couple of cans of beer making my cheeks tingle. I gave up and excused myself to retire to my tent early. I unzipped the rain fly, as well the entrance flap and crawled into my tent leaving the other three guys still drinking around the fire.
I unrolled the sleeping bag and proceeded to take off my clothes. I found the little pocked to place my wallet and flashlight in where they would be easy to reach. When I was down to my underwear, it was a warm night, so I planned to sleep on top of the open sleeping bag.
A little Later I was almost asleep when I heard the zipper of my tent opening, and I heard rain pelting rain fly of the tent. When Mac let out a string of obscenities when he tripped over my body (Thinking it was his tent.) I recognized his voice, and told him that he had made a mistake and got into my tent.
We agreed that there was no point in him going to his tent while it was raining, so he stripped down to his underwear and we settled down on top of the open sleeping bag.
I was innocent when it came to sex. I had never had sex with a male or female at that time, and had no idea that my three friends had learned about gay sex while in the Boy Scouts. Max laid behind me and cuddled up against my back because of the size of the bag. I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep. I had no idea how much time had passed before I felt his right-hand slide over my body, and move down from my belly to the elastic waistband of my underwear and under my briefs. My dick jerked when his fingers brushed against the mushroom head.
I lay there faking sleep while debating with myself if I should stop Max and tell him that I was not gay. By the time Max had started masturbating me, it was too late to object, besides it felt good.
Max rolled me over onto my back and pulled my underwear under my scrotum and leaned over my waist and proceeded to suck my cock. He did a great job of sucking my cock, but it shocked me when I came in his mouth and he swallowed all of my-cum. There was a little time for me to think about the right or wrong of what had just happened.
I was confused about what had just happened. Was Max gay and wondered if I was gay for letting him suck me off, and I began wondering if he expected me to suck him off too. I wondered if I could even do that to him. I began wondering what his cock would taste like. So, I sat up and rolled Max over onto his back. He was happy to lay on his back, as soon as I tried pushing him over.
As soon as he was on his back, I pulled his underwear down and tucked it under his scrotum like he had done to me. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started masturbating him slowly before I got on my knees to hovered over his body, and moved my head down to the head of his cock. His crotch had a strong male odor with a hint of the detergent used to wash his clothes. I licked the head and there was a slippery drop of tasteless liquid at the opening. I slowly took the head into my mouth and circled the head with my tongue before removing my hand and talking all-of the shaft into my mouth. I was surprised that the flesh didn't taste bad at all. I began sucking on his cock and moving my head up and down like he had done to me.
After I had sucked on his cock long enough that my jaw was starting to ache from holding my mouth open so long, and the rain had stopped. I felt his cock jerk in my mouth. I assumed that he was about to ejaculate in my mouth, and started to lift my head up so that he wouldn't cum in my mouth. Max placed both of his hands on the back of my head and pulled my head back down until my nose was pressed into the pubic hair and smashed my nose against his hairy flesh covered pubic bone, and his cock erupted with squat after squirt of his cum into my mouth. He held my head down until I swallowed his cum.
When he released my head, I lifted my head up and tasted his cum. It had very little taste. I could taste onion from the evening meal that we had eaten.
Max asked me in a hushed tone: "What did my-cum tasted like?"
I told him: "There was very little taste but there was a hint of an onion taste."
Max hugged me and we lay there trying to go to sleep, and I began to hear some grunts and groans coming from outside the tent. Max commented: "Dan and John must be getting it on."
"What are you talking about?' I asked.
He chuckled softly: "It sounds like John is fucking Dan in the ass."
I couldn't wrap my head around my best friends who were gay and would actually- sticking their dicks into each other's assholes. I eventually fell asleep with Max clinging to my dick.
The next morning the sun heated up the ten and woke me up with only three-or-four- hours of sleep. When I stirred trying to sit up in the tent, it woke up Max. He clung to me and kissed me. I set about gathering up my clothes, but when I tried to put on my jeans, Max pulled the back of my underwear down and reached under my body to feel my balls before taking hold of my dick. I couldn't sit down to pull the jeans up my thighs, so that I could arch my back to pull the jeans up completely.
When Max let go of my dick, he pulled his hand back but he shoved a finger into my asshole. When he pulled his finger out of my ass, I quickly pulled my underwear and jeans up. I didn't say anything while I put on my shoes and socks, shirt, and light jacket. I retrieved my wallet and flash light, before unzipping the tent and crawling out of the tent.
I felt the chill of the damp morning air. I looked at the other three tents and there were noises coming from the tent that John had set up yesterday evening. I was trying to picture what they were doing in my mind.
I looked at our makeshift fire pit and the rain last night had made the wood wet and cold. I wanted coffee so I selected a 'MSR WhisperLite' backpacking white gas stove. I put a wind screen around it before taking the GSI coffee pot to the stream and filling the six-cup pot with water. I filled the basket with ground coffee and put it in the pot and lit the stove and put the pot on, to let it come to a boil, while I got the Sierra cup and some Sweat N Low out. By the time the coffee came to a boil the aroma inspired the other three guys to come out of the tents.
Max had gotten dressed, but Dan and John only had their boots on. They got their cups out of the truck and while I removed the pot from the flame and removed the basket and turned the flame down to a low flame to keep the coffee warm. I filled my cup and sweetened it and stood back to allow the other guys to fill their cups. When Dan bent over to fill his cup. I got a look at his inflamed asshole. There was no doubt that John had fucked Dave's ass last night. I was shocked at the idea of them doing such a thing, but I was intrigued by it as well. The three of them were so casual about it all.
The three of them were joking about which one had the sweetest ass and mouth. We started making breakfast and after cleaning up we talked about hiking up the mountain trail, so we put wind breakers and food to eat along with a bag of trail mix of cereal, dehydrated bananas, M & M's, nuts, raisins. I thought Dan and John were going to put clothes on, but Max took off his clothes and encouraged me to take my clothes off too.
The three of them stood there in just their hiking boots and socks with their day packs on their back with plastic bottles of water where they were easy to reach, waiting for me to make up my mind.
I eventually gave in and took off my clothes and put my boots back on and slung the daypack onto my back. Max locked up the Tahoe after we put everything but the tents back in the truck. We started walking up the trail. I was not in as good of shape as them so I was slower. Dan and John went on ahead of Max and me. Max talked to me non- stop to keep my mind off how heavy my legs felt. He even placed his right hand on my butt and stuck his finger up my ass to keep me moving. When we got above the tree-line, we were climbing up the trail in full daylight but at that altitude the windswept mountain was cold enough on our bare skin to make us wish we had at least brought clothes with us. We only stood on the top of the mountain long enough to get a good look at the 360-degree view before we started hiking down the trail. As soon as we came to a creek, we stopped to fill our water bottles and rested among the warm trees. As soon as we recovered John announced that he wanted to find out how tight my ass is. Dan said that he wanted to taste my cock.
The two of them pulled me to my feet and led me to a tree Dan sat on the grown with his back to the tree and the two of the pulled me towards the tree until I was straddle of Dave's legs, Dan took hold of my dick and held the base while he took my dick into his mouth and started sucking on it like a pro. John bent me over at the waist so that I had to put both hands on the thick trunk of the pine tree to support myself. Then John knelt behind me before spreading my butt cheeks and spit on my asshole. Then he started licking my asshole like a dog does to a bitch before he mounts them. When he stood up, he was still clinging to my hips before he drove his cock into my asshole and fucked me like there was no tomorrow.
I was grunting with every thrust. I eventually opened my eyes and looked for Max to see what he was doing. He was walking around us with his cellphone recording them sucking and fucking me with one hand and beating his meat with the other. When I had cum in Dan's mouth, and John had cum in my colon we cleaned up with the cold water before we returned down the mountain to our campsite.
We sat in the logs and talked about what we had done and seen that day. We made a large dinner and ate like pigs and drank beer until we were feeling no pain. They told me how long they had been sucking and fucking each other. When we agreed that it was time for us to turn in, John took me to his tent and Max took Dave to his tent.
When I knelt to crawl into John's tent, John poked me in the ass while following me into the tent. He zipped up the rain fly and the flap behind us. We lay on the sleeping bag together and kissed each other while we jerked each other off short of cumming. John rolled me over onto my left side and I crossed my right leg and bent my knee. That gave John full access to my asshole and he spooned me as me and guided his cock to my asshole and pushed it into my ass. He clung to my body while he rocked back and forth fucking me. When he came in my ass, I didn't even mind the feeling of the liquid dripping out of my ass. After a short rest we listened to the sounds of Max and Dan fucking in the other tent.
John assumed the praying position on his knees and head resting on the sleeping bag and invited me to breed him. I got behind him and followed his example of rimming his asshole and spitting on it before mounting him. I enjoyed the tight grip his sphincter had on my dick while I fucked him. When I came in his ass, we stretched out on the sleeping bag with my dick still in his ass. We eventually fell asleep.
The next morning, we got dressed and prepared breakfast. After learning we scattered the ashes of the pit and buried the pit so that there was no evidence that there had been a campfire. We moved the tree trunks back to where we had found them. We rolled up our sleeping bags and compressed them before putting them into their stuff sacks, and broke down the tents and put them back into their stuff sacks. By the time we had all-of the gear back in the Tahoe we had made sure there were only the tire tracks of the Tahoe to give away that we had been there.
When I got home John invited me to visit him and his father overnight. My parents allowed me to do so. I learned that his father was a single Parent and they shared a bed. When I had a sleepover with them, I had sex with both and learned what it was like to be fucked by an adult man.
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