Four Hard Men

I was musing the next day on the events in the shower at that campsite I described in ‘The Importance of the Fifty-pence Piece.’  I had certainly enjoyed the voyeuring, nor could I honestly say I had hated the shared wanking and cumming.  I wondered what the others thought.  Such a sensible thing to do after the unexpectedness of the view of the naked girls.  What a fortuitous view.  Something to be remembered for ever.  Opportunities like that don’t come often – so best to take advantage and cum.  And ithad not hurt the girls one little bit. 

They were totally unaware of the pleasure they had provided four men.  They could of course have provided more pleasure – still could – but we had left the camp site the next morning just as they were getting up.  Somewhat unlikely given their seeming preference in the male/female line that they would have enjoyed our physical attributes or wished in any way to ‘put on a show’for a bunch of wankers.

A long day’s walking and not one with hot showers and a cosy pub at the end of it like the night before.  The night was to be spent out on the moors.  But that proved no hardship at all.  We had a good evening of it.  The sun stayed out and the wind was light, but effective enough with mosquitoes.  We sat up late in the absolute middle of nowhere, talking.

The morning saw us surface into bright sunshine.  Four men crawling from their tents in their underpants, yawning and stretching.  Four cocks out almost in unison but at different points of the compass and golden streams shone in the sunshine.

“Fancy a dip?  A cold bath in the stream?”   Andy’s suggestion was very tempting.  Away from the tents and winding through themoor a clear stream with the occasional tree able to half hide and thrive in the shallow valley of the stream.  There was agreement.  And then Andy removed his pants.  We looked surprised.

“Well, a bit pointless going down to the stream in just our pants and then take them off to bathe and then put clean ones on.  Eh?  Cut out the middleman.  Just walk to the stream naked.”

Well, yes.  There was not much to take off.

And so there we were, four naked men out on the moor, starkers.  Boots, packs, everything left behind at the tents.  Barefoot walking.  We had wanked together the day before in the showers watching the girls, and were now nude walking.   It was slightly surreal.  It was also rather enjoyable.  And it was not just a few yards to the stream.  It was a bit like a naturist club outing, a naturist walk across the moors only without haversacks or anything – anything at all.  Of course, it would have been even pleasanter in mixed company. Yes, the thought of those girls again. And that idea was not just in my head.

“A shame those girls didn’t camp with us last night and fancy a dip in the stream this morning.”

“I don’t think they’d have been interested in you, Raj, anymore than they’d have wanted to join us in the showers – bringing their fifty-pences with them.  Unfortunately, I don’t think it was their idea of fun to be fucked twice each by a bunch of…”

“Cocks?” interjected Charlie.

“Yeah, older cocks – four older cocks,” replied Andy.

Clearly true but it would have been nice.  Slightly more believable that we might have been accompanied by our wives but even mine wasn’t as keen on camping these days; and naked with the children?  Not likely.  And pleasing as the wives were, particularly Raj’s, (I of course haven’t told him, but I have a sweet spot for her.  Yeah, I’ve had some pleasant thinking time with her in mind, so to speak) wife swopping was not what we had ever done.  All a bit complicated.  Easier to think of the two girls, not thatthey’d have been interested – they were interested in each other it seemed.  Very pleasant to think of them, though - easyand uncomplicated.  We had seen them naked – and for a good length of time.  Fresh in the mind’s eye.

“They won’t be on the Pill,” said Raj.  His mind clearly on the girls.

“Bit unnecessary given what they get up to, Raj.  You’ll have to settle for being wanked or a blowjob.”

Not really too much of a disappointment!  And very clearly Raj thought so.  Thought too much actually.   As we walked down towards the stream, our feet comfortably on the exposed peat track, he erected.   Not as bad for him as it would have been hadwe not all been hard the day before together, but still a tad embarrassing for him getting a hard-on in company with his friends.  And it was the full thing.  The rest of our penes swinging away as we walked, his really up in the air and swaying a little ponderously from side to side.   Laughter came from all of us.  It sort of gave a freedom not to hurriedly look away!

“Not fair,” said Raj.

“It means you get the first suck, Raj.  I’m sure the girls are only interested in sucking hard cocks.”

“I certainly wouldn’t mind them doing that,” he said.  “Nobody coming up to join me?  Nobody else want a suck – from the girls.  From the girls!  I feel a bit of a Charlie on my own.”

“You’re not feeling me!” said Charlie – a predictable response.

It should have been Andy, our somewhat self-appointed leader, but it was me.  I started wanking – stroking my cock up to match Raj and stop him feeling the odd man out.  It didn’t take much to go from soft to hard.  They all joined in and there we were.  Not in the shower cubicle this time but out on the open moor.  Not just four completely naked men walking but four naked men walking with hard upright cocks.   When we took our hands away, they stayed like that as we walked

“This is just so gay,” said Andy repeating himself from the day before.

“I don’t think so.  Not with what we’re thinking about and, I think this is fantastic.  We’re going to remember today.  When else are we likely to be like this?  When else?  The weather perfect, the moor empty, the scenery beautiful and that running stream down there.  Four hard men striding out ready for anything – well, women really!   Imagine those girls being down by the stream and seeing us coming over the hill.”

Wrong girls to be impressed by four men – of course.  Naked and erect, or not.

The memory of that walk remains strong.  It would have been memorable enough if I’d been on my own striding along with an erection thinking good thoughts.  Nice enough, very nice actually, to imagine my wife with me and holding and wanking me as we walked down to the stream.   Perhaps cupping my balls and holding me very upright.  Preferably saying complimentary, even admiring things about my manliness.  Delighting in how upright and strong her man was!   Good when your wife is impressedby you, eh?  Nice if she stops and kneels and does that marital thing with her mouth.  A good image, the strong male standing upright and proud with his woman kneeling before him and sucking his cock.  Pretty good to imagine those girls making a similar obeisance to us four strong, cocksure men.  That would have been pretty good.  To stand side by side and have girls suck our cocks.  Two mouths – four cocks.  That would be sufficient.

“Bathing or a wank first,” Andy vocalising what we had all been perhaps wondering.  Would we have another communal wank?  Done once, why not again?   We were all physically ‘up’ for it – were we mentally?

“We going to do that – again?”  sort of asked Charlie.  We had stopped by the stream.  Our cocks all extended.

“I’m for a wank first,” said Andy having clearly decided what he wanted.  “All in favour raise your pricks!”

Well, that was decided then!  Decisions by a show of pricks, indeed.  It was clearly unanimous.

The wank was not quite like the day before.  Not back-to-back or bottom to bottom; not in a circle or all hanging out over a wash hand basin – or, for that matter, standing ankle deep in the stream and letting fly into the water.   There was a large flat rock nearthe stream and we all lay down on that as if sunbathing.  With eyes closed and the sun coming down warm on our skin we had an element of privacy, yet could talk – talk about girls and women and what we might like to do or indeed had done years before.

What would a passing rambler have thought?  But we were alone, alone on the moor.  We talked of the girls.  We talked of other girls.  We liked the idea of a whole party of girls camping near us and we all walking down to the stream naked.  We liked the idea of them fingering us.  We liked the idea of them sucking us.  We liked the idea of them riding us as we lay upon the rock.  It did the trick, one by one we did the thing.  The thing we most often did in bed.

Opening my eyes, I looked at my fellow hikers.  Up their naked bodies, from their still hard penises, cream coloured streaks and pools of cum.  Four men had wanked together to conclusion there in the sunshine.  Slowly we raised ourselves, cum freely dripping from our bodies onto the rock, leaving behind evidence, for a while, of what we had done.  We bathed in the stream.  Cold after our warming cock exercises.

“Well. I feel refreshed from that, ready for the day’s hike.  It’s going to be a hot one.  Balls all nicely emptied and comfortable, boys?”   Andy looked over at the rock we had lain upon. “That was good.  I enjoyed that.  Perhaps if we come this way again we can… cum again on Cum Rock”

“Cum Rock, indeed!” scoffed Charlie, “you are a pratt, Andy.”

But the name stuck.  We always referred to it as Cum Rock when we looked back.  I’ve been there since on a solo hike.  Remarkably on a similarly hot day.  Nobody there, the landscape as empty as when the four of us had been there naked that early morning.  I took my clothes off and sat there alone, naked in the sunshine, remembering.  Got my cock hard and knew, perhaps a little inevitably, that at the end of my visit I would be leaving my cum on Cum Rock once more.  It would have been good to do it with my friends again but, most probably, if we planned a route past that place once more, the weather wouldn’t be right, or the mood would not be the same.   It had indeed been one of those once only experiences, not to happen again.

I stood up on the rock, sort of statue like with my cock up in the air, staring out across the moor and the stream; Not touching, just being erect.   I didn’t cum quite then but walked a little way back up the hill stark naked and gloriously erect, as naked as we had been back then, up towards where we had camped; turned and looked back down to the valley the stream and the rock, before walking back down for that cum, spurting it out onto Cum Rock, the whole lot, not just the drips we four had made; and then had a dip in the stream, remembering when four hard men had walked and done the same.