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Bonding Camp

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 15 May 1999 1 comments
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Bonding Camp by It all began a few years ago when I was a sophomore in college. A friend of mine named Justin from high school came up to visit, and we went camping at a state park. It was late November, and that weekend was freezing cold. So we basically had the park to ourselves, we were the only ones there. While it was still light out, we went hiking and rock-climbing. Around dusk, we were tired, sweaty and dirty as we passed a small lake. I said something like, "God, if it weren't so cold, I'd go swimming right now." Justin said, "Fuck swimming, I'd go skinnydipping!" We laughed, and remembered back to high school when we a group of friends (guys and girls) went skinnydipping one night in Justin's apartment complex. We'd barely stripped naked and jumped into the pool when a middle-aged man in the apartment facing the pool caught us and said, "Pool's closed." Later that night, over the campfire and beer, the conversation turned to what all college guys talk about -- sex. We shared stories of the girls we'd lusted after, and funny stories about the girls we'd been with. Like the girl who'd given me a blow job in my car, then spat out the cum all over the windshield and dashboard when I made her laugh. With the beer warming me up, story after story rolled out, each more embarassing, as I caught up with Justin, who I hadn't seen in about a year (and anyway I only knew him through a mutual friend of ours). Justin was a camping fanatic, and he said he felt truly at home out in the woods. "There's something really natural about camping," he said. "It makes me want to get naked." I nodded, and said I understood what he meant, not taking the comment literally. As the night went on, we left the campfire periodically to take care of business behind trees. I got back and took my place near the fire to warm up. I heard some leaves rustling - Justin's footsteps as he returned to the fire. He sat down and let out a loud sigh as I took another drink of beer. I looked up at him, and there he was -- buck naked, except for his muddy hiking boots and a backwards baseball cap. We laughed, and I said "What the fuck are you doing? It's freezing out here!" He shrugged, and took a swig from his beer bottle. "It's perfect!" he said. "What if the ranger comes by?" I asked, laughing. He said we'd see the lights from the ranger's truck coming down the road. I took a long gulp from my bottle and said "Well I can't let you have all the fun." And with that, I started taking off my clothes as well. When I'd finished, I was freezing my dick off, and it showed. We sat there, two 20-year-old guys, naked, telling X-rated stories by the fire. Eventually I talked about how a few weeks ago I'd called one of those phone sex lines I'd seen on late-night TV. I thought it was a little embarassing, but Justin was really interested in the details. Then he talked about how much he enjoyed masturbating. He said he'd get home from work, look up some porn on the internet, and jack off for hours. I told him that I'd been getting into that, too, ever since I moved out of the dorms into my own apartment. While we talked about how we masturbated, I started to get turned on (which helped counter the shrinkage effect of the cold November air) -- especially when Justin started acting out the exact techniques he liked to use, using his own dick as a visual aid. Then he asked if I'd ever thought about masturbating with another guy. This took me by surprise, and I didn't know what to say for a second. But whatever it was, either the alcohol or the male bonding effect or the fact that we were both naked and talking about how we got off, I said that sounded like something I'd like to try. Justin agreed, and at the same time began to stroke his cock. I watched Justin for a while, the flickering orange glow from the fire reflecting off his pecs as he pumped his dick and grunted in a low whisper, "Fuck yeah, I love stroking off." Soon I realized I'd been stroking my own cock. I took some deep breaths and mimicked Justin's actions, grabbing around the base of my balls while strangling my penis, using some pre-cum to rub around the head of my dick. I thought my cock was going to explode right then, as I thought about the two of us, working our cocks into large erections in front of the campfire. I got more and more aroused, and it felt like I'd just discovered the biggest hard-on I'd ever had. I lost myself in that feeling, and started running my free hand over my body, from my abs, which I'd been working on, enough so I could feel some nice definition, to my hard tits and the muscles trapped underneath. For a brief moment I saw Justin watching me and stroking his very large dick and nodding, so I continued the show for him. Justin got up and took a seat next to me in front of the campfire. I remembered back from a few years ago, when we went skinnydipping, that he had the longest dick of all the guys there, and now I saw it up close for myself. It had to have been close to 8 inches long, and there was a throbbing vein running over it - it was a tower compared to my own 6 1/2 inch erection. "Are you close?" he asked. I said "Yeah, I'm getting there," and we continued to stroke off together, listening to our short breaths and watching each other as once in a while Justin would throw his neck back, close his eyes, and groan deeply, squeezing his hard nipples. I'd get into it as well, thrusting my crotch through my fist as I squeezed my balls. He must've noticed when I stared at his huge cock, such a big hunk of meat there, and he stopped stroking off. I looked at him, and found him staring right into my eyes, like he was challenging me. Still stroking my own dick, I reached over and took his monster beer can cock into my hand, working it slowly, then fast, as he groaned "oh yeah..." He leaned his body back as I worked up and down all his 8 inches, showing him some of my own favorite techniques. Using the pre-cum which was dripping from his cock, I made a fist around the head of his penis and twisted it with an upward motion, making sure to get that sensitive underside of the head, like his shaft was a beer bottle and I was twisting off the lid. He groaned out loud - if there had been people around they definitely would've heard. But we were alone, and I continued stroking off his cock. Soon one of his arms was around my shoulder, buddy-like, but his hand was massaging my chest. This made me arch my back, and here I moaned out loud, as he reached over with his other arm and started groping my balls, then moving up and down my shaft. We continued like that, feeling the hardness of each other's dicks, working up each other's cocks, both receiving the best hand jobs in our lives. I don't know how long we continued, but without warning, he shot a huge load, reaching all the way into the fire, and more kept shooting, huge shots of cum as I tugged, for a few seconds, the last of which dripped onto my hand. I wiped it on his chest, as he brought me, too, to shoot the largest load I'd ever shot, it felt so powerful and so good, I lost myself in that moment, as my cum sprayed all around, my dick pointing straight up, even catching both of us in the face with a little spray of milky fluid. The moment passed, and the two of us sat there, naked and exhausted. "Shit, that was better than I thought it would be," said Justin, patting me weightily on the shoulder. "Thanks." "It was your idea," I said, giving him a punch on the arm. We finished what was left of our drinks, pissed on the fire to put it out, then took our clothes into the tent to call it a night. As I zipped up my sleeping bag on that cold night, we saw the headlights of the ranger's truck drive by, slowly, then pull away. Just in time, I thought. ...Ever since then, we've been camping at least twice a year. And every time when the sky gets dark, we repeat what we started back during that first camping trip. The last time, last October, we shared our secret of naked camping with my girlfriend, who jumped into it whole-heartedly ...but that's another story.