This story contains consensual sex between two adult men who met in College in Colorado. It also contains references to Marijuana. If you are under 18 or it is illegal to view this type of story where you live, turn back now!!!
Jake and I had been friends ever since we met as freshmen. He lived off campus and I was in a dorm. It was the late 1960's, and 3.2 beer was still legal for 18-21 year olds.
We had a couple of classes together, and discovered that we had grown up in the same general area of Denver. So we had a lot in common. I moved out of the dorm at Christmas break, and my girlfriend and I got married. We lived close to his mom's house, and so he and I set up to car pool to school each day.
We became good friends, and would get together, he, I, and my wife, and have a few beers once in a while. Then summer came, and we decided to go on a backpacking trip to a small lake up at pretty high altitude, where I had gone a couple of times when I was still in high school. It was about a 10 mile hike into a wilderness area, up a fairly steep grade to about 13,000 feet. So, except for an occassional visitor on the weekends, the place was pretty much always deserted.
He had gotten some marajuana, and told me about it -- asked if I wanted him to bring it along. I said sure -- I had wanted to try it, but was uncomfortable doing it in town. But, away from civilization back in a wilderness area, I figured that we wouldn't see anyone, and it would be impossible to get caught.
My wife, he, and I took off with our backpacks on a Sunday, planning to stay for a week. We brought a nice bottle of wine that we had gotten someone to buy for us, and he brought his stash. About dusk, we finally got to camp. We had decided to bring only one tent to keep the weight down - camping food wasn't very light weight back then. We spread out our sleeping bags in the tent, had a quick meal, and got into our sleeping bags. It was fairly warm, so we stripped down to our underware and slipped into our bags, but didn't zip them.
I was in the middle. Some time during the night, I woke up, and his arm was layed over on me, and his forearm was touching my cock. It was hard -- I needed to piss pretty bad. I remembered that just before waking up, I was dreaming about someone rubbing my cock, but I just thought it was a dream. I moved his arm, he seemed asleep, and I went out to relieve myself.
There was a full moon out, and the typical summer Rocky Mountains weather was dry with not a hint of clouds. It looked as though there were a million stars. You can seen them so much better when you get away from the "light pollution" of the city. I stood there for a few minutes just enjoying the scenary.
When I slipped back into the tent, he had rolled over onto his back, and his bag was open. He, like me, was wearing the typical tight white underware of back then. But, I happened to notice, in the moonlight that came in through the tent flap, that his cock was hard and the tip was sticking out of the top of his underware. Not only was it hard, but there was a pool of shiny precum on his belly and the tip was covered in pre-cum too. I thought that all of the exercise and fresh air had given us both sex dreams, and slipped back into my bag and went back to sleep, not thinking about it at all.
We had a couple of great days, enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. Then we all decided that we needed a bath. My wife and I liked to hike and had visited some hot springs back in the back country many times. Some of the forest rangers were not cool, but most of the ones that volunteered to work the trails near the hot springs were OK with public nudity. So, she and I were used to taking all of our clothes off when we were in the back country. In fact, although we were too shy to do it with him there, we both enjoyed fucking outdoors in the woods.
So, she and I just stripped, grabbed a bar of soap and a couple of towels, and waded into the lake. He was pretty shy about it, but we both convinced him that we had seen plenty of naked people, and we weren't offended if he wanted to join us. Finally he relented, and took off his clothes and joined us. We splashed each other, the water was coming from a melting glacier, so it was ice cold, but at that altitude the sun was very hot and it felt good to get clean.
When we started to get out of the lake, I noticed that his cock had grown, despite the cold water. It was not hard, but definitely was larger. I just thought that he was getting a little exicted by my wifes naked body. She was thin, in very good shape, and I certainly thought she was pretty sexy naked.
We all layed down on a nice big granite boulder that was warm in the sun, to dry. I noticed that he stayed half hard, and when I looked, I caught him staring at my cock.
That got me thinking. When I was a teenager, I had thoughts about guys, and fantasized about being naked with a guy. But, once I had discovered girls, and especially my girlfriend who was great in bed, I had put all of those thoughts aside. She had a very nice wet and tight pussy, and I loved fucking her, and she sure seemed to enjoy our lovemaking as well. But, seeing his hardening cock and catching him looking at me, brought back all of those adolescent feelings.
I felt my cock getting hard, and I quickly got up and put my clothes back on. I didn't want him to see my reaction, nor did I want her to see it either. Nothing actually happened on that trip, that was sexual between us, but the last night we were there, I awoke in the middle of the night needing to piss, with a hard on.
We had saved the bottle of wine for that nights dinner. We had made spaghetti with some great tomato sauce, kind of a luxury on a back packing trip. We all had gotten a little high, then when we were good and hungry, we opened the wine, cooked the dinner, and relaxed with some good food. Three good friends just enjoying a beautiful sunset, summertime in the wilderness of the great Rocky Mountains.
We all fell asleep in the tent with full bellies, a little buzz, and completely contented. I didn't actually see or hear anything, but I just had the feeling that his hand had been on my erection right before I woke up. I decided that it was nothing, and went outside to take a piss and got back in the tent and went back to sleep.
He got married later that summer, and decided to go to another school several miles away. So we didn't see much of each other until the next summer.
One day, he showed up at our house, and said that he hadn't seen us for a while and just wanted to drop by and say "hi." He was alone. We invited him in and we all had a beer and talked about the last school year and other small talk.
Finally, I asked him about his wife, and he told us that they had separated. He didn't have a place to stay, so he was on his way down to his mom's house. We both told him that we had a spare bedroom, and that he would be welcome to stay with us while they worked things out. After a couple of more beers, he finally agreed.
I hadn't said anything to my wife, but during that last school year, those feelings from high school had entered my mind several times, and I had often masterbated in one of the more isolated johns on campus, fantasizing about him and his hard cock. I didn't really think anything would happen, but in the back of my mind I had a little fantasy that he and I might try something sometime -- I was a young horny guy, and wanted to try things, and who else would be good to experiment with than my good friend. Also, I suspected that he wanted to, too.
We spent a lot of time together that summer. The three of us went backpacking several times. Each time, I suspected that he was playing with my cock when I was asleep. I finally got up the courage to see. One night, back up at our favorite lake, I woke up with a hard on and I had the feeling that he had been touching me. He was on his back, and so I reached over and put my had on his underware. His cock was rock hard, and there was a big wet spot. But, he kept on breathing the same and gave no indication that he was awake. I played with his cock for a while, I had never touched a guy before like that, and I was fascinated. But, he just kept on breathing and appeared to be completely asleep.
Finally, I got up, went outside, and took a leak. About that time, he also came out of the tent, walked about 10 feed away from me, and I could hear him pissing. He whispered "hi", and then got back into the tent. I was so horny, that I found a flat rock, sat down and masterbated -- cumming a huge amount all over the place almost immediately.
I cleaned up, got back into the tent, and he appeared to be sound asleep. I couldn't sleep, and visions of his hard cock kept entering my mind, for quite a while, until I finally fell asleep.
The day after we returned from that trip, my wife decided to go with one of her friends to do some clothes shopping, leaving he and I alone in the house. After lunch, it was very hot outdoors, so we decided to stay in the house where it was cooler. We sat in the living room, in chairs opposite each other. We didn't have any shirts on, just shorts - both of us in cut-off jeans. We were barefoot, too.
He was in a chair that rocked, and I was on the couch. I kind of stretched out, which put my feet fairly close to his. We were talking, and he was slowly rocking, and at one point, one of his feet touched one of mine. He kept rocking, and his foot was just slightly touching mine, and sliding back and forth as he rocked. Immediately, those thoughts of him with a hard on in the moonlight in the tent came to my mind. I decided that, instead of moving my foot, which was my first reaction, I would just leave it there and see what happened.
Slowly, his foot began rubbing against mine with noticable force, and I was sure that I was not imagining that he was doing it purposely. So, I moved my foot so that more of our feet were touching, and he reacted by moving his whole foot up next to mine.
I had decided to escalate this activity, but at that point, I had no clue as to what to do next. I looked at his crotch and I could see the outline of his erection. There was no mistake, he was very aroused by what we were doing. Finally, not knowing what to say, I looked at him and asked if he wanted to move to the waterbed in our bedroom. For a moment there was an awkward silence -- I began to doubt that I had read the situation right, and I was concerned that he would think I was gay and want to end our friendship, or worse yet, tell my wife. It is amazing what your mind can do if you give it just a little bit of worry room.
I didn't have long to think that, though, because he finally said "sure".
Well, "now what", I thought. I had no experience with a guy, I didn't even know what guys could do together. All the further I had gotten was that it was fun to hold his hard cock that night in the tent and I wanted to do it some more.
Anyway, we went to the bedroom and layed down next to each other, on our sides, facing. I quickly made the first move, since he appeared to be kind of frozen in place. I reached over and unbuttoned his cut-offs, and opened them. I could see his hard cock inside his underware, and the tell tale wet spot at the tip. I slipped my fingers under the waist band and started to pull his underware down. The tip of his hard cock, glistening with pre-cum appeared.
Just then, we heard the front door of the house open and my wifes voice called out to us, to see if we were in the house. We both jumped as though struck by lightening. He quickly buttoned up his cut-offs and we jumped up. The door to the bedroom was open, and she was out in the hallway by that time. I walked out, trying to look completely casual. She asked "what are you guys up to?" I said that I was just showing him the new calculator that I had purchased -- he and I were both science oriented, and she knew that I was very happy with the new HP scientific calculator (this was before PC computers -- we still used mainframe computers back then, and programmable calculators, either from HP or TI).
She said "oh" and went on, knowing that we probably had been looking at the new calculator. She never knew what we had been doing. She took her bags of clothes into the bedroom, sat down right where, just a minute earlier, I had been staring at another guys hard cock with pre-cum all over it. Then she proceeded to unpack her new things and fold them to put into the dresser.
Whew, that was close, I thought.
That evening we had dinner that we all helped cook, and a few beers, and finally went to our separate bedrooms, she and I to ours, and he to his. I couldn't sleep. She was out like a light, but I just layed there thinking about his hard-on that I had almost touched. I remembered the hard, purplish head covered in pre-cum, the aroma of his wet underware where his pre-cum had soaked it, and the urgent feeling that I had wanted to stick out my tongue and taste it.
I don't have any pre-cum, and I had seen some porn (all straight) where girls had licked the pre-cum off of a guys cock, and then seemed to smile. I couldn't get rid of that strong desire, and I couldn't get to sleep. My movements were disturbing my wife, so I quietly got up, put on some underware, and went out to the living room. I had planned to masterbate, and then go back to bed and, hopefully, get some sleep. It was pretty dark in the living room, so I didn't see him sitting in that rocking chair in his underware, until my foot touched his. At first I thought it might be a mouse but he whispered "hi", and I realized that I wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep.
I got down on my hands and knees, and I remember feeling his hairy legs. To this day, I really like a guy with hairy legs. I slid in between his knees, and reached up and touched his inner thigh. He moaned softly. My fingers moved up and touched his cloth covered balls, and he moaned again. But, my target, the object of my desire, was his hard cock. I move my hand up, slipped it inside the elastic band and pulled his underware down and off of his feet, leaving his erection sticking straight up. His cock was about the same size as mine, since then I have measured it and it is pretty much average at just about 6.5 inches. He was circumcized, like me, but his cock was leaking pre-cum. Also, his was almost perfectly straight. Mine curved upward. I now know that cocks come in all shapes and sizes, but then, this was the one and only erection I had ever seen, except for my own, up close (not in porn films). I was fascinated.
I loved the smell of the slimy liquid that was leaking down his shaft, and I didn't know what else to do, but to put my mouth over the head and lick it. It was a bit tangy, but it didn't taste bad, and to this day, I love to lick the pre-cum off of a hard cock. I had never had a blow job -- my wife didn't like to do oral sex -- although she did like it when my tongue slid up and down her wet slit and played with her clit. Anyway, I had no idea what to do, but I did know what I had seen in porn films, and I knew what would make me feel good. So, I slowly slid his erection all the way into my mouth. I felt his cock throb, and I could tell that he liked it, by the repeated soft moans. So, I just kept sliding it in and out, as deep as I could go without gagging. In less than a minute, I felt something warm and slimy on my tongue, and realized that he was squirting cum in my mouth.
The taste wasn't bad, so it didn't really bother me, so I just started swallowing. I didn't want it to get on the floor where it would have to be cleaned up. So, I swallowed and swallowed. It seemed like he was going to just keep cumming, forever. But, after a half dozen or so pulses, his cock stopped erupting. It didn't stop pulsing, and I could still taste new cum, but it was coming out very slowly by then. I kept him in my mouth, until his cock started to get smaller, and I heard him suck in a deep breath, like he had been afraid to breath. Then he whispered "that was so cool -- I've never had any one suck on my cock before".
I looked up, and my eyes had gotten used to the dark, so I could just make out his face, and his eyes were closed. I felt his leg muscles start to relax, and I remember the feel of his leg hairs on my chest and arms, and his lower legs against my thighs where I had crawled up against him.
We just held that position for several minutes. I was enjoying my close look and the feel of his balls and just observing another guys crotch, up close and personal. I had never done anything like that, and was just curious how another guy would react after an orgasm. He was pretty much like me, just relaxing, his cock growing soft and shrinking. I knew that I had crossed a line, and that while I was sure that I was not gay, I did know that I would probably do that again sometime in my life.
He said "let me do you". I was more than ready for my first blow job, and I just layed back on the floor on my back, and he got down on the floor on his hands and knees between my legs, and reached up and pulled my underware off. Then, he lowered his face to my crotch, and I felt the warm wetness of his mouth encircle my cock.
He didn't take me very deep, but nevertheless, it was an awesome feeling. The texture of his tongue, the muscles holding his mouth tight around my cock. Definitely, tighter and more friction than my wifes pussy. A completely new feeling. I was so horny, I knew I wouldn't last long, but my orgasm came much sooner than I expected. He only slide down my cock three times. Then it happened. Always when I had fucked my wife, I was doing all the work, my muscles were tense, and that was the way that I masterbated, too.
But, I was completely relaxed, wanting to lay back and enjoy it. I was surprised by the involuntary and almost violent pulsing of my erection. It was a completely new kind of orgasm -- being the passive receiver of sexual activity, instead of the active one doing the fucking. There was no question that this was a great feeling that I had never had before. I can't say it was my best orgasm ever, but close, and definitely a new and different feeling that I did not want to end. I wasn't actively squeezing my cum out, it was completely involuntary and so so pleasureable.
He slipped his mouth off of my cock after I was finished, and I could tell that he had not swallowed, but had all of my cum in his mouth. He got up and went to the sink and spit it out. I guess he just wasn't into swallowing, or didn't like the taste.
I thanked him, he smiled, and we went back to our separate bedrooms, and a very good nights sleep -- at least mine was. The next morning, we got up and it was cold and rainy. At 6000 feet in altitude, even in late August, sometimes it can get cold. We had a oil burning furnace, and it is not good to keep the fuel oil over the summer, so we always tried to empty the tank at the end of the spring, and typically didn't order any delivered until September.
He and I acted "normal" and nothing was said about the night before.
It wasn't unpleasant during the day, but by night fall, it had gotten down into the upper 30's outside and was pretty uncomfortable inside the house. I volunteered to go to the nearest truck stop and buy some diesel fuel (it is pretty much the same as heating oil, but you have to pay the highway taxes on it).
My wife surprised me. She said that our waterbed was heated, and that our friend could just come in and sleep with us. She said "after all, we slept in the tent together on our backpacking trips, and we have a very large king size water bed and it is nice and warm." "No need to go out in this cold rain and dig around to find a fuel can, then drive to get fuel, and then go through lighting the furnace, just for one night."
For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of starting a fuel oil furnace, it is an ordeal, and takes quite a long time to heat up. Even if I had gone out and gotten fuel, it would have taken at least an hour an a half to drive to get the fuel and then come back and light the furnace, before we would have had any heat.
So, I agreed, and he said it was OK with him. So off we all went to the bedroom. She and I usually slept nude. We had all seen each other naked on our camping trips, and she and I were not bashful about taking our clothes off. So, I wasn't surprised at all, when she took off all of her clothes and jumped under the covers. But, instead of the sleeping arrangement with me in the middle, like we had done in the tent, instead, she got into the middle of the bed. It was getting colder, and I was ready for the nice warmth of that heated waterbed so I quickly removed my clothes and slid in beside her on one side of the bed, and he was soon naked and in the bed on the other side.
We started talking, something we had often done in the tent at night on those backpacking trips, but, he soon drifted off to sleep. She whispered to me that she was very horny, and wanted to fuck -- but that we had to do it quietly because she would be embarrased if he woke up.
I was rock hard almost immediately, typical 20 year old, and in a couple of minutes, I was sliding my erection into her nice warm wetness. We tried to be careful, but in a waterbed, it is hard to not make waves. Soon she was moaning and having her usual quick orgasm, and I was not far behind. Often she would have two or three before I would cum, and it was very rare that I would cum after only one of hers. But, as soon as we had starting fucking, thoughts of my friends hard cock entered my mind. I could not stop thinking about that cool orgasm he had given me. Then I did something different, relaxed my body, and almost immediately I felt those involuntary contractions that I had felt with my cock in his warm tight mouth. I was cumming much sooner than usual, and it was so good.
As I finished, I looked down at her, and I could see it in her face. I knew what was coming -- she still wanted to fuck some more. She loved to have multiple orgasms, and on the rare occassion when I would come soon, she always insisted on fucking again, after I had a few minutes to recharge. I pulled out, and layed down next to her. Then she looked over at our friend -- he was on his back but his eyes were open.
He looked over at us, and smiled. He said "hey, it's cool, you guys are my best friends, and I really enjoyed knowing that you were comfortable enough with me to make love". She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, and said "we really like you too".
We layed there for a few minutes, then she looked over at me and whispered, "it will take you a while to recharge, and I'm soooo horny." I looked into her eyes, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. She was asking me if it was OK if she and our friend fucked.
My thinking went through all kinds of things, from getting somewhat excited about watching them fuck, to concern that she might leave me for him, all in the same few seconds. But her smile was too good, and I felt her love for me. I knew it was just horniness that was making her ask. So, I said "sure, it's OK with me."
She looked at him and said will you fuck me. He rather enthusiastically said "YES", and before I knew what was happening, he had entered her and they were fucking. I wasn't sure what to do, but I really wanted to feel his cock and balls as they were sliding inside her. So, I reached over and put my hand on his butt, then slowly worked my fingers down his butt crack. Just then, my index finger touched his hole. I felt the muscles of his sphincter relax, and the next thing I knew, my finger was inside him up to the first knuckle.
Almost immediately, she started moaning, and then cried out as she had her second orgasm of the night. I then felt his hole squeeze my finger, then start rhythmically pulsing. I knew that he was emptying himself deep inside her.
By that time my cock was fully erect again. He rolled off of her and over to his side of the bed. She kissed his cheek again, and then looked at me and said "ready?" I didn't need a second invitation. I got between her legs and started to slide my cock inside her. We had fucked twice in a row several times before, so I expected her to be wetter than usual. But, this time I could tell that his cum plus his pre-cum was a lot more than what I ejaculated when I fucked her. Her hole was wide open, and hot juicy cum and pre-cum was mixed with her juices so that there was no friction at all.
It was another "first" in my sexual life, "sloppy seconds", but my thoughts were entirely about my cock being covered in his cum. That thought turned me on so much that even without much friction, I didn't last long at all. She was expecting me, the second time, to go a long time and give her several orgasms, but instead, I was squirting cum into her long before she even had one. I said that I was sorry, but she said that it was such a cool night having both of us, that she didn't care at all.
It wasn't long before we were all sound asleep.
He left the next day, saying that he had found an apartment and was filing for a divorce from his wife. We didn't see him again for several years after that night. We talked by phone, he had gotten a new girlfriend who he was having lots of sex with, and we never mentioned those two nights.
About four years later, I caught my wife having an affair with one of her teachers at a local junior college. Soon after that, we divorced. I was in graduate school, and dated on and off. But, I couldn't forget those two nights -- my only gay experience, and my only threesome. One night, I was driving through the part of town where my friend lived, returning to my apartment from some shopping.
On a lark, I stopped and called him. He said that he wasn't busy, and we agreed to meet at a bar, close by where I was calling from. I was thinking about the night when he and I had cum inside each others mouth, and the next night when I had put my finger into his ass. I had cum many times, masterbating and thinking about my hard cock sliding inside that very hot and tight hole of his. Also, some times I had thought about how it might feel playing the part of the "bottom" and feeling his hard cock sliding all the way deep inside me. I hoped that one of those things would happen that night.
I got a table, and he showed up 10 minutes later. We ordered drinks, and chatted. I didn't know how to break the ice, but I thought that I detected an interest on his part. It was summer, and we were both wearing shorts. I "accidentally" bumped his knee with mine. He didn't move his knee, so I applied a little more pressure. Again, he didn't move. So I thought that he wanted to hook-up. I put my hand on my knee, and then touched his leg with my finger.
There it was, that hairy leg that turned me on so much.
I had not done anything with any guys before or after that encounter with him. But, I was horny, and touching his leg brought back all of those feelings that I had been ignoring.
I was instantly hard, and wanted to start where we had left off, but do even more. His knee didn't move, so I assumed that he was interested too -- I moved my hand so that two fingers were resting on his leg. I was about to reach over and feel his crotch, expecting to feel a nice erection.
Suddenly, he moved away. He looked at me, and I saw so much anger. He said, "get away from me you faggot." Then he said, "I am not that way and I don't want anything to do with you -- ever. I don't want to ever see you again." Then he got up and quickly walked out.
I haven't seen him, or spoken to him since. A couple of times I've searched his name on the internet, but nothing ever comes up. I don't know what happened to him or where he is, or even if he is alive. But, I can't get that memory out of my head -- that first man-to-man sex. To this day, remembering that night in that living room always makes me hard -- and I love a guy with hairy legs -- nothing makes me horny like sliding my hard cock into a guy with a hairy ass crack and feeling the hair on his legs, against mine as we fuck.
Let me know if you liked this story, sorry about the ending, but it is all pretty much true.