On The Appalchian Trail

We had been buddies since grade school. We were not best friends, but enjoyed hanging out together with other friends. In the summers, we all would go to the water park. We would change in front of each other, but Mark would always cover up with a long t-shirt. I was never looking, but I did give thought that he never showed himself. We had one friend who would completely undress and stay that way, talking and towel slapping, etc. We all thought it was weird, but he always had a girlfriend. After graduation, we planned to hike the Appalachian Trail. Our parents gave us the summer before college to have fun. The four of us went to the sporting goods store and bought all of the equipment for hiking, cooking, and sleeping on the trail. We all started at Amicolola State Park in Georgia. Jeff, one of the team, twisted his ankle and had to go home after just three miles. Harry made it through the first night and did not want to go any further, so he went home. Mark and I were determined to make it. Two more nights and we were still in Georgia. Most of our conversations had centered around what we were doing and what we were learning. It was fun, at first, eating MREs, filtering spring water, digging a hole to squat and poop, mapping out our trail, looking for wildlife, etc. Our bathing had consisted of dips in a creek, fully clothed. Some areas just don't get clean that way and we needed to change our clothes, wash them, etc. We asked some experienced hikers about our options. We are told of showers eight miles ahead and of a deep area in a creek about a mile off the trail. We chose the latter and began our walk there. We wondered as we were going there if we would be alone; maybe there were some girls already there; what if they were old people, etc. Then Mark asked if we would bathe at the same time. I was willing to give him his privacy so I told him that I would wait down the trail. He told me that he didn't mind and that we had seen each other before. I thought that was odd, but went with it. When we got to our destination, there was no one else there so we hurried. He slipped off his shorts with his back to me and went in the creek. I followed. We bathed quickly and I got out first. I glimpsed as he exited. The waters was so cold that nothing was showing. We washed our clothes and headed back to the trail. After a little while, I asked him when we had seen each other naked. He referenced the water parks. We talked about the one friend who had no shame. Then I told him that he always covered up with a t-shirt. Not that I was looking, just noticed. He acknowledged that he hid because he always got hard. I told that happens to everybody, although I never got hard in the dressing room. He admitted that he got hard all the time. Even when he went into the water earlier, but that changed when he got in. We laughed. I told him it was cool. I also told him if he jacked off more more, he might could stop it. He said he did it two or three times a day. Now I am a twice a day guy, but had not on this trip. He said he never misses. He admitted to jacking on the trail when he took a dump. This really took me by surprise and we left it at that. We camped out that night and the next morning, the trees were not the only wood to be seen. I had a massive boner and it showed through my shorts I was wearing. Mark just looks and says, "Dude." I said, "Nothing a good piss won't fix." I peed and started to take down our tents. Mark broke one of the main poles of his tent while taking it down. We thought that when we get to a road, his dad could meet us with a new tent. Unfortunately, there was no signal. Night was coming on and so was rain. I offered to share my little tent space. We got in, fully clothed, but it was hot. I told him I was undressing to my boxers and did. He was reluctant. I remembered the conversation about his hardness problem and told him it would be cool. So he stripped to his boxers and sure enough he was rock hard. We lay there talking about the rain and the next day's hike and fell asleep. The next morning I awoke to find him next to me, turned toward me, looking me over. Morning wood and made an appearance in my boxers once again. I reached down to cover it up. Then still silent I just started looking at him. I noticed his chest. It had a little patch of hair in the middle. His dime-sized nipples were hardened and sat atop well formed pecs. I followed a six pack down to his belly button where a line of hair led to the top of his boxers. My nipples are larger, pecs are flat, and no hair starts until you get to my pubes. When my eyes saw his boxers, his cock was still hard, and a moist spot sat over the head of his cock. I immediately thought of mine and sure enough precum had exposed itself. Then our eyes met and we cracked up. I said, I guess we should take care of those. Now I meant to find a tree, but Mark just lifted his body and pulled down his boxers. There laying pointed at his chin was about seven inches of shaft sitting atop a nice patch of black pubes. His balls hanging loose and laying on his leg. I followed. My hard cock getting caught up in my boxers the flicking out, slinging my juices onto Mark. I apologized, but he said it was fine. My pubes were blonde. My balls tucked nicely up against the bottom of my shaft. Mark looked at me and said take care of it. I don't know why, but I reached and grabbed his cock. He said "Dude" so I stopped. He reaches and puts my hand back on his cock. He reaches and grabs mine. Slowly we rubbed, shaking from the excitement. I was first. The juices came out in three strands. The first hit my chin, the second, my right nipple, and the last just filled my belly button. Mark told me not to stop. His hips started moving with my touch. Soon I was pumping. A loud grunt initiated and lava like flow of of Mark's milk oozing past my thumb and landing on his pubes. We both just lay there breathing heavy wondering how we were going to clean this up.