This story is part of what I call the "Best Man" series. Many of my stories involve my best friend, who was also the best man at my wedding. He is also gay. I don't know what my label is. Somewhere to the bi side of straight. I have lots of stories about different ways we could have started messing around. This isn't a mistake. My stories aren't chronological. All of my stories should be considered fiction.
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The Day Hike:
If you struggle to enjoy nature, it may be best to simply do what comes natural. Alex had come over to the house to give me a birthday present. It was a certificate for us to go for a guided group hike. The hike would be out at the Neches River. This was the kind of thing I always wish I could do. It was the perfect combination of convenience, adventure and the outdoors. We got up early and drove over to meet the group. At the convenience store we stopped at for fuel, I mentioned the hike to the clerk. She asked how I found out about such an interesting service. I happily said "I got it as a birthday present!"
The day was perfect. Not too hot or muggy. The rest of the hikers were pleasant. We learned a few new trails before taking lunch on the river bank. We took the brief bus ride back to the community center. Saying our goodbyes we left the group and headed back towards home. On the way out of town we saw a sign for a short trail to a river overlook. We decided to round out the day with one last trail.
Alex pulled into the parking area. We gathered up a snack and a couple bottles of water and headed out. The trail was nice and easy. We made it to the overlook and enjoyed the view of the river. There were several large block stones in the clearing made by years of hikers taking a break here. We hopped up on one of the blocks and ate a bit. I finished first and got down to kick over rocks and just look around. After milling around for a bit I was walking by Alex and I started to chuckle. He had on loose khaki shorts and boxers. His dick was laying on top of his thigh in plain view. He grinned as I asked, "What?"
"Dude, your dick is trying to crawl out of your pants."
He recovered from the shock well and mocked me, "It's a cock, not a dick, Duuude."
I chuckled. It was good. I shot back, "A cock is big, red and hard. That is a dick."
"And just how would you know so much about cocks, Cody?"
"I've had mine in my hand enough to know something about a dick. Your team doesn't have a lock on cock knowledge."
I don't know why but I moved between Alex's knees. "I never did thank you for the awesome gift. This hiking trip has made for a great day." We both jumped back a bit as my hand touched his thigh. Our heads turned down and we both stared at my hand now hovering an inch or two above his leg. I put my hand into the leg of his shorts. His wiry hair ran through my fingers as I moved towards his dick. As my hand got close I could feel the heat coming off of his member. I never noticed a drastic change like that when touching myself. My hand felt shaky as my fingertips touched his meaty pole.
Alex moaned as my fingers wrapped around him. So different than the feel of my own cock. And, yes, this angry dick was definitely a cock. I raised my fist to make as much room as possible inside his shorts. The shorts were pleated and gave enough to leave me plenty of room to begin jacking his hot cock. The sensation of his hard dick covered with soft skin was really unique. I tried to adjust my grip and speed to match what I thought I would like. Without the direct feedback that my own cock gives, I wasn't sure how I was doing.
"I hope that I'm doing this right."
Alex breathed, "I'm about to cum as it is. I don't know how long I can last." We both looked down at his shorts moving up and down in time with my fist. I looked up into his eyes, "It feels incredible. Can you make it shoot?"
"I....can't.....not.....make....Oh.....shit.....Oh!"
About the time he said "make" I felt him twitch in my hand. I tightened my grip and pulled down hard on his skin and slowed my hand way down. His cock felt like an explosion of warm sticky cum. Streams were jetting out his slit and spraying the inside of his boxers. My hand was getting covered with drips and splatters of liquid fire. The warmth of his juice was intense. The look on Alex's face changed from one of ecstasy to pain. He moved his hand to my wrist and said, "It's too sensitive." I asked him to wait and I really loosened my grip and tried to jack him as long and as lightly as possible. "I can't," he said and pushed my hand away. As my hand slipped out of his shorts, I marveled at the amount of goo that covered it.
I suddenly realized that I was going to have to sit next to my friend on the ride back to the house and that I had a huge hard on. My cock was trying to tear a hole in my own shorts and with tighty whiteys it was becoming painful. I used my left hand to undo my fly and fish my member out of its covering. It was so red and angry looking.
Now what do I do?
I reached down with my right hand and slowly started to lube up my cock with Alex's slick juice. Before long the rubbing turned to fisting and my pace increased. I knew that I was close to cumming and I didn't care about making it last. I wanted to explode. The thoughts running through my mind combined with the sound of Alex's heavy breathing and the feel of my well-lubed shaft were becoming too much. As I neared orgasm I looked up to see that Alex had sat up and was watching me intently. That was all it took. With a grunt and blurring vision my dick began to spurt ropes of cum from my shaft. I always know that it's one of the biggies when my cum feels like it streams out as thick as a pencil and pulls all of the nerves up from my feet.
The strings of my juice that landed on the ground in front of me glistened in the light of the rising moon.
We didn't say a word on the hike back to the car. We loaded up and began the drive home. It was awkward and I really didn't want this to be something that tore at our friendship or was never spoken of again. We have always badgered each other whenever we were together. I looked down and realized that Alex had a huge wet spot on the front of his shorts. I said, "Dude, you totally messed your pants." And I followed it up with an understanding and questioning smile. He thought for a minute. "I got it as a thank you present." I started chuckling and eventually laughing. We made it the rest of the way home quietly but without the tension in the air. I got my stuff out of his car and loaded into mine.
I said, "I really do appreciate the guided hike. It's the gift of a friend that knows me."
"You're very welcome. Still coming over on Thursday to grill out," he asked.
"This doesn't change a thing."
I realized on the way home that it changed a lot of things, but I think he knew that I meant it was going to be okay. We were going to be okay.