He was a good friend of mine that lived a few doors down. I had just taken him out for his birthday and he surprised me when he said that he and his wife were planning a trial separation. It shocked the hell out of me as they looked like they were the perfect couple. He told me during dinner and tried to dismiss it as something trite. I dragged him to the nearest bar after we had finished eating, and I made him tell me everything that had brought them to this point in their marriage. I guess, they had just decided it that day, and he was acting as though it wasn't really going to happen.
I figured this guy needed some long healthy sessions of talking it out. To this point, we were friends who were pleasant with each other, joked around, took our respective kids to the park, went to parties together, and shared dinners at each others houses several times a month.
But this particular night seemed to break down a barrier between us. When we left each other that night, we hugged for a very long time -- for the first time. We had only shook hands before that or given each other a pat on the back or shoulder. I took it as a major stepping stone, and an offer of absolute friendship.
I arrived home at 5 in the morning, and of course my wife had been worried but when I explained what had just taken place, she was as amazed and confused as I was. I slept for about 2 hours and woke up with an idea. I talked it over with my wife, and we agreed it would be okay. I suggested that Dale and I go camping for the weekend, so that he and I could talk as much as we wanted -- which might help Dale get a few things out that he had trapped inside of him.
I immediately phoned Dale and told me of my suggestion. Hesitant at first, he talked with his wife, and tentatively agreed to do it, but he wanted to think about it for a day. The next day, he called again not sure -- and I told him that if he didn't want to talk, at least he could just be out in the fresh air, away from home. We could hike or fish, but that I would be there for him if he wanted to talk. Finally, he agreed and we made our plans.
We both took off work on Friday at noon and I picked him up at his house. We shared camping equipment; tent, sleeping bags, cooking utensils, and headed to the grocery store to buy some food. Everything was light and humorous as we headed out to our campground only a couple hour's drive from where we lived. We were both whiskey drinkers, and decided that a couple bottles of wine and a bottle of J&B would do us for the weekend.
I guess I should stop to give you a physical description of the two of us. Dale was34, 6'1", with a strong smooth lean body .He wasn't well defined, but he was really solid. He had shoulder length blonde hair, and really strong muscular thighs lightly brushed with blonde hair. His feet were size 12 and his voice had rich bass sound.
I am 36, 5'10", brown hair, with an average build. I'm not well defined either but am a strong person with a good solid body. We're both pretty good looking too I guess.
We both love life, love to laugh -- especially at ourselves, which I guess why this particular situation was a little awkward -- but important for Dale. We arrived at the camp ground, set up camp, built a roaring fire, brought out a bottle of wine and a couple of steaks, and started a barbecue, again just talking about work and life.
We watched the fire, drank our wine, at our steaks, but didn't talk. At first it was awkward, but then it felt like we were slipping into another world -- moving into a new dimension of our friendship. It felt strangely comfortable sitting there in the silence, surrounded by nature, and the smell of crackling pine and cedar on the fire.
The silence was broken when he said, "Thank you for doing this for me". I told him his friendship was important to me and that I would do anything to help...and then he started to sob, and then cry -- really hard. I moved my chair close to his, and put my arm around his shoulder. He laid his head on my shoulder and just cried. I said nothing -- just let him weep for about 20 minutes. We stayed like that -- even after the crying stopped, and I just held him while he filled me in on everything that had been happening in his life that had brought him to this point. After about 2 hours of listening, we had another long bout of silence -- broken by Dale saying -- "I gotta piss".
He stood up right where he was, dropped his shorts and started to piss behind his chair. I joined him, but only pulled it out through my fly. "Well, maybe I gotta use these next few months to take on a few new adventures. This will be my first". Almost defiantly he said, " I'm going to sit outside at a public camp site -- buck naked...care to join me?
I said I didn't feel comfortable in broad daylight, but once the dark set in, I'd be happy to get naked. Meanwhile, he stayed half naked -- from the waste down. He kept on his white t-shirt, his sandals and that's all. It was the first time I'd seem him naked; I mean I'd pissed in a urinal beside him before, but not naked like this.
He went over to the cooler and brought out the whiskey, and poured me and himself a glass. When he walked over to where I was sitting, he offered me my tumbler, and stood there for a minute. I stared at his face and smiled, then glanced down his chest and stomach while my eyes rested on his soft penis, hanging there, protruding out of a nice hairy blonde bush. I looked at his face again, and he was smiling at me. "Nice letting it all hang out".
We clinked glasses and cheered the weekend...and continued talking and talking.
All talked out, we got out the cards, and started some poker, and continued on as our jovial selves. Within an hour, it was dark, and keeping to my promise, I stripped off all my clothes. Dale decided to leave his t-shirt on as he was a little chilly, but I was okay being completely nude. By now we were feeling pretty good, and I jumped up on the picnic table and screamed up in the trees -- FREEDOM! Dale jumped up and joined me -- and we started to dance some silly Irish jig, then started dancing together. In one hilarious moment, we grabbed each other -- our bodies and our penises -- pressed together. We looked at each other for a moment and he kissed me on the mouth...not for long..then hugged me tight and thanked me for being the best friend he's ever had. We held each other for awhile, and I felt myself getting hard.
It felt great to be against him, and I knew he was also the closest friend I've had. When I started to get hard, he rubbed his soft dick against mine, and said "It looks like we've been joined by another friend".
"Sorry, it has a mind of its own sometimes" I said.
We stepped away from each other, keeping our hands on each others shoulders and looking down at our dicks. Dale's cock was getting hard now too, and we started "crossing swords" like little boys, except our cocks were a lot bigger, and although we were playing for fun, it was incredibly stimulating.
At some point we realized what was happening, and our boy smiles turned to smiles of sexual satisfaction. We realized that it felt great, and we continued our cock massage, standing on toes, spreading our legs, letting our cocks explore each other. Cocks under balls, brushing through our pubic bushes, and then pressing our cocks right up against our bodies.
"Holy fuck. This feels fantastic", Dale said. "I could do this for hours"
"Well, we have all night -- and no one here's going to stop us until we stop ourselves".
We hugged each other again, and continued with our cocks against each other, but we agreed to get down on the ground closer to the fire. We climbed down, our hard dicks bouncing in the night air, when he said he had to piss again. I sat down at the side of the picnic table, legs spread and laughed watching him piss circles in the air. When he was done, he came back over and stood in front of me. He wasn't hard any more, but I was still hard as a rock. He grabbed my cock, and started to massage it with his large firm hand. I spread my legs and leaned back. It felt fantastic. He moved in closer, and placed his dick on mine.
"Well, I knew we were going to get closer this weekend, but I never knew we were going to get this close. Dale, your cock against mine feels - well -- unbelievable". I was speaking quietly.
"I know. I've never done this before with a guy. It's driving me crazy. I'm probably going to have to shoot soon." Let's do it.
And so, we stroked, and rubbed our hairy crotches together, made sure we had our balls together, watching our dicks the whole time. I don't think either of us wanted it to end, but it got to a point where we couldn't take it any more, and without warning, I started coming all over his cock. He looked at me and smiled and within seconds, starting shooting all over mine.
We stayed in an embrace, our cocks dripping semen onto the ground. We grabbed each other's asses and pressed our cocks together, making sure our semen had soaked our cocks and balls. We giggled and laughed. I felt great.
We breathed an incredible satisfying moan, and sat down on the chairs with our legs spread wide, watching our cum drenched organs glisten in the firelight. I almost always wipe myself up after I jerk off, but we seemed to relish in the idea that we had shared our souls and our cocks that night.
Our conversation turned to sex, and who we had been with -- if we'd ever tried anything with guys -- and how many women we've been with. What we liked and didn't like -- and so we talked for another couple of hours, while we continually threw more logs on the fire, and drank a few more tumblers of scotch.
Somewhere in the middle of the conversation, I must have dozed off, because when I woke up, Dale was beside me sound asleep in the chair, and the sun was coming up. I thought that we should probably go to sleep, or continue with the day, so I woke him up. We both laughed a little, and took another piss. My semen had dried in my pubes, which were stuck to the tip of my dick -- and I guess Dale was the same. So we "combed out" our bushes, and groomed our dicks. We decided we'd head back into the tent. It seemed like it would be a warm day, so we decided to sleep on top of our sleeping bags. We wished each other a good sleep, and I reached down, grabbed Dale's penis and said "thanks". He responded with the same gesture, and we both kept our hands on our cocks, and went to sleep.
I woke up a couple of hours later, while Dale was still asleep. I had a chance to take a close look at his body, which was quite beautiful. His whiskers had grown overnight, leaving a nice blonde stubble. His chest was very smooth with rather large nipples, and I guess for the first time saw that he was mostly legs. He had hardly any hair on his body except for this huge fluffy blond bush around a semi-uncut cock. By that I mean, he didn't have much of a foreskin, the tip of his dick was still out of the skin. And his balls were quite large. He cock was average sized soft, but when hard, he was really thick.
My curiosity got the best of me. I kept wondering what it would be like to suck his cock. Would he be upset? Would he be okay? After last night, we were closer than ever -- but maybe it was the whiskey. What the hell -- I was curious.
I slid down the tent floor until my face was beside his soft penis. It was great to be this close to my best friend's penis -- the smell was incredible.
I actually worked my way down so that I was between his strong thighs. I smelled and licked his balls when he reached down to scratch them -- in his sleep. I lifted up my face while his fingers scratched his scrotum, but stayed there. I decided to suck on his finger to see what reaction he'd have. He didn't move. I sucked each one of his fingers deep in my mouth, and then took the plunge and sucked his soft penis into my mouth. I tasted the combined semen from the night before. I enjoyed how this soft spongy penis filled my mouth, and I popped it in and out of my mouth, savoring the first man's cock I had in my mouth. I played with it in my mouth, and enjoyed having my nose rest in his pubes while his semi-soft cock was in my mouth.
Soon, I felt his hand on the back of head, stroking my hair. I looked up at him with his cock still in my mouth, and he had propped himself up on his elbows watching me suck him. He smiled and slowly tightened his ass muscles so that his cock could go deeper in my mouth. "Take your time my friend. Take your time and enjoy". He let his head fall back and moaned with pleasure.
He spread his legs, and I started devouring him. I had my hands under him, massaging his ass cheeks while he tickled my tonsils with his penis. I licked from ball to tip, and every once in awhile would look up at Dale smiling down at me approvingly. Every once in awhile he'd give me a few quick face fucks until I could take the whole thing into my mouth with my nose and lips in his pubes. He loved seeing that I could swallow him completely, and I was happy I had a pube mustache.
Finally, it was time to let him cum. I stroked the base of his cock, sucked the tip, while he fucked my mouth -- and then creamed in my mouth. He semen tasted strange, but I didn't care. It just felt right doing it. When he finished, he thanked me and asked if I was okay. "Never better" I replied.
"I'm bagged man", he said, but when I wake up, maybe I'll return the favour. "If you want" I replied. I fell asleep with my nose on his hairy sack. He loved it, and so did I.
Our friendship was consummated. Our weekend was spent doing a lot of talking and trying to sort through how the next few months would look. He never ended up sucking me, but he did enjoy lying down on top of me watching our cocks rub together, and we did cum a few times that weekend like that -- a couple of times naked, and couple of times with our clothes onl We have supported each other through everything, and although we haven't done much more sexually, we now know each other completely.
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