In my high school year, I was very involved in Boy Scouts. We camped once a month. Yet I couldn't get enough camping in, and most calendar months had another three weekends. Sometimes I'd go by myself, yet other times friends joined me. One of my regular hiking pals and more was named Charlie, and he always wanted to go trek, and later at night engage in some extracurricular activities. He had confided in me several years prior that he was bisexual, despite dating the young lady who became our home coming queen. I hugged him when he told me, that if he ever told her of his liking both men and women, she would leave him. This really upset him, as he loved her like none other, and I had to give him credit on his high quality act of being completely heterosexual. No one thought he had another side, or that i was happy to be his side item, as that's just the way our dynamic friendship worked out. The miles of hiking added up, and it was beyond muggy in Appalachia's mountains. His 6'4 frame was coated with a veneer of sweat, and his blond locks of hair, looked as if he swam in a pool. We stopped to drink more water from our canteens, and to fill them up at the designated station. It was fun, but the heat and mosquitoes were brutal, and I was anxious to set up our tent for the night. He was an incredible cook, using a Dutch oven on the fire, to make everything from pizza to apple strudel. I pitched the tent, looking at his muscular physique, knowing what lingered under his tight shorts desiring what I understood what was going to be inevitable. He had packed the lube, smiling as he had shown me this, saying "I hope your ready" in his husky voice that always made me horny. I hoped so as the last time, while it was enjoyable, walking afterwards was no easy feat. He was so strong, so well endowed, and lasted for such a long time. His girlfriend was so lucky to have that cock every night, and I was frustrated that I could only every once in awhile.
Beggars can't be choosers, as the expression goes, and I was happy to have any time with Charlie. He was among the schools brightest, and knew so much on just about every subject. We had dinner by the tent, and as it became darker outside, him and his seat inevitably moved closer to where I was. Soon his fingers were caressing my legs, and then were up my shorts, and he laughed to acknowledge I had no underwear on. As he felt my penis and cock up, I absolutely moaned, and we kissed with radiant passion. The embers may have been cooling, but our heat was rising, our tongues touching ready for a new adventure. I took his shirt off sucking his nipples, and from his shorts, I knew it was time to get to my knees.
Before I knew it, I had his eight inches in my mouth. I gently stroked his brownish pubes, and let his balls know that my mouth would soon be there. Looking at him in the semi darkness, I could see his eyes roll up in pleasure, and from his nuts tightening up, I knew to ease up on his musky delicious manhood. I had taken his cum before, but I wanted him to breed me, as every fiber of my being wanted him. He drove me crazy as my attraction to him was rabid like, and I sucked on his two egg sized testicles. The slurping and moaning sounds let me know I had him, and I took off my clothes. Charlie kissed me, gave me a nice blowjob, with his tongue dancing on my rear end. My hole eagerly felt incredible, and I desired that cock of his inside me, begging him to fuck my brains out.
Watching Charlie lube up his long thick cock always turned me on, as he fingered me, and stroked my balls that were so aroused with my very hard diamond cutter penis. He kissed me and told me, "ride me." I complied happily, and felt my hole slide onto his massive dick. Slowly I continued down, until I could feel him all the way inside me. Yes there was pain, and I did bite my lip, and tried not to cry. It felt like a tremendous amount of pressure, and as he was so well hung, thankfully he was patient and generous with lubricant. Eventually we started to build a synchronized rhythm, and I bounced up with more intensity, then down his shaft that filled me up. We kissed and he massaged my penis, and I kissed his neck and could hear him groaning with ecstasy.
Eventually he told me to get on the table, and there he took me from behind. In the woods in the buff, it was primal in nature, as I could feel his strong hands gripping my hips. He slapped my ass, and it felt incredible, to know that this handsome stud was having his way with me. It felt truly magical, as my hole was stretched, and I could feel my magic button inside getting ready to unleash a geyser of cum. Both inside and out my cock hole, I knew it wasn't long before the white load would make an appearance. Sweating but feeling so good, my head spinning with a joy that words don't convey, I shook with my legs turning to jelly. His voice of "cum everywhere " made it even hotter, as my balls emptied out a lagoon of pleasure all over that table. Even though I had cum, it felt so good to have him jack hammering me. As he slid back and forth, I lurched in letting him get all the way inside me. He trembled and I could feel his testes tightening up on my hole, as he screamed in a sound I had never heard before. The intensity was an out of body experience, as I felt his penis head become a volcano inside me. Oh wow that was the biggest load I ever felt, and he literally held me close kissing me. Charlie was a true gentleman, and he thanked me for showing him a good time. Later that night he brought me some dessert he prepared, and held me in a comforting embrace all night as we slept.