Short story happened between our 9th and 10th grade years of high school. Our weekend fishing trip was rained out.
We planned out annual fishing trip for the long weekend at the end of may just like every year. My dad took us up to the property where we would spend the weekend. I lost the discussion on which tent we were using; we used a couple of two-man tents rather than the family tend which would sleep all four of us.
We setup camp as soon as we got there. Craig and Steve took one tent while William and I took the other. The next morning we headed out for the equalization channel to catch some fish. Long story short, it rained...hard. By the time we got back to camp we were soaked to the bone. I am sure we all looked like drowned rats. Tired and cold, I grabbed a soda from the ice chest and a tube of chips, and tossed them in the test. I then proceeded to stirp down to my tighty-whities at which point I ducked in the tent. As I was putting my wet clothes in a plastic bag, William starts tossing wet clothes into the tent. William pops into the test in just his white briefs. I am used to seeing him dressed as such from gym class. I started stuffing those in the bag as well. Out of the blue, I get hit in the side of the face and neck with something wet. It was Williams briefs. We laugh, loudly, and start throwing them back at each other. All this before I realized that this meant William was completely naked and sitting in his sleeping bag. Instant erection.
There no hiding my erection. I was out in the open with just a pair of web briefs on. I made a comment about getting out of these wet things. When I slipped them off, I revealed my hard-on to the cold air. That just made things worse. Unable to contain myself, I started slowly stroking my stiff, throbbing cock right there in front of him. Moments later, William threw off the cover of his sleeping bag and joined me in a jack-off session. This was the first time that I ever saw him naked. I blew my load so fast it was almost embarrassing. We giggled and laughed at our shared experience, not knowing with the others were doing. We had another round of jacking off together the next morning. We did touch each other a little bit in our second section but not enough to call it a mutual-masterbasion session.
It rained for one more day and then stopped. William and I jacked-off together a couple of more times that next day. I wonder if Craig ever figured out why we were laughing so much. I think our sleeping bags were wasted. My dad picked us up the last day, early. It stopped raining by then. While William and never experienced each other again, our friendship was much closer until he moved away after our 10th grade year.
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