The Dad Tent

Bryan and I have been friends for a couple of years now. We work in the same company, and our friendship extends to our families. Our kids are close, and our spouses have become friends. 

We headed into the woods with our boys on a weekend camping trip. After a full day of hiking, we ventured into the mountains, stopped, and set up camp for the night. 

After an evening of cooking a meal over our fire, we set up our tents and prepared for the night. One of the boys suggested that all the sons could stay in the larger tent, leaving the smaller tent for Bryan and me. We agreed and began settling in for the night. 

We shed our layers inside our tent before zipping up in our sleeping bags. The night was still, and because of our tiny tent, it was warmer than we had expected. I unzipped my sleeping bag and folded down the top flap, exposing the left side of my body. This configuration was much more comfortable. 

Bryan looked over and said, "Thank God. I'm burning up!" He quickly threw off his entire top flap and seemed more comfortable. There we were in our underwear. I was thankful to have a friend I could be this comfortable with. 

I awoke in the middle of the night to Bryan breathing very heavily. He was lying on his stomach but seemed to be humping the ground slowly. I checked to see if he was asleep, and he was. After a few minutes, he turned over on his back, and his massive erection was on full display. It seemed painful. It was firm and was resisting the restriction from his boxer briefs. He lay motionless and remained asleep. 

It was then that I noticed I had also become aroused. I threw off my cover and assumed a similar position, and like most guys, I tried to size up who was bigger.

When we woke the following day, Bryan suggested we hop in the nearby creek to wash up. Approaching the creek, Bryan stripped down to his boxer briefs and began looking for soap in his bag. But before he entered the water, he removed his shorts. He made it seem so natural that I followed without hesitation. 

We headed back to camp and started breakfast. The boys began emerging from their tent, and we started our day. 

After another full day of hiking, we stopped and set up our camp. After settling in, I began joking about missing my wife. Bryan said, "Yeah. I could tell by your condition last night. I woke up last night, thirsty, and noticed that your boner was about to pop out of your shorts." We both laughed. I said, "Well that's after I woke up and found you in the same state." 

"Are you saying I made you horny?", Bryan said with a laugh. "No," I assured him. "It was just unexpected, and it's been a while since I had any relief." Bryan said, "Yep. Too long for me, too." Brayn said, "Hell, I almost rubbed one out last night." I laughed and said, "Yeah, me too." 

As we were undressing, I noticed that Bryan was sporting a nice erection, probably from our conversation. "Damn, Son! You better take care of that thing." I lowered my pants and exposed my own state of arousal. "You're not much better over there from what I can see." We both laughed and turned in for the night. 

We were both oddly quiet.

I broke the tension by saying, "Dude! No joke. It's okay if you need to take care of that thing." He responded, "That would take our friendship up a level." He laughed it off and said, "Can I ask you a strange question? Does your wife ever jerk you off?" I responded, "Yeah. Every once in a while. It's not my favorite." Bryan said, "Isn't it crazy how bad it is?" We both laughed. "Yes. That's so true. I tell her all the time to hold it tighter. It's like she thinks she's going to hurt me," I said.

"I know!" Bryan followed. "They have no idea how tight we hold it when we stroke ourselves." "Especially when it's been a while," I added. "I mean, we go to town. Or at least I do." Bryan said, "Hell yeah. I mean, just one time, I want her to take me in her hand and stroke me with some strength. I mean, I want a good hand job."  "I'm with you," I said.

Bryan got quiet. He then said, "I've always wondered what it would be like to be jerked off by a dude. You know? Someone who knows what he's doing." I added, "It would have to feel better."

We were both unsure what to say next. I debated it several times and finally said, "Do you want to try it? I mean, I know I need it."

After a long pause, Bryan said, "I'm willing to try it. But how do we start?" I emerged from my covers and moved closer to him. He turned to face me. "Okay, so what do we do now?" I asked. He said, "Here. You do me, then I'll do you," as he reached down, pulled off his shorts, and lay back, spreading his legs out. 

I looked at him. His dick was dripping with anticipation, and we were both breathing heavily. I reached out and took him in my hand. It felt familiar but different. I started with a simple stroke up and back down. His eyes went wide, and he let out a gasp of pleasure. I repositioned my grip and asked him, "Do you want it fast or slow?" Bryan begged, "I want you to give me the handjob I've always wanted. Jerk me off, man."

I repositioned my grip and began stroking him firmly. I squeezed him as my grasp traveled up and down his shaft. I sped up and looked up for confirmation of my effort. Bryan's eyes had rolled back in his head, and he was lost in another world. I continued pumping. As his breathing increased, so did my grip and speed. I knew he was close.

As he began to lose control, I put my hand over his mouth to muffle his groans. I squeezed him tighter and stroked faster. Bryan began to writhe with pleasure, curling his toes and arching his back. The first shot blasted up past his head. He cried out, "Don't stop!" The next hit him in the face. "Please don't stop!" he moaned. And the final few erupted onto his belly as he cried out in ecstasy. I milked him past his last spasm, and he then stopped me with his left hand. I let go and leaned back, examining what had just happened. Then, it occurred to me that it was my turn. 

I climbed over Bryan, repositioning myself on his left side. I slid off my shorts and lay back in anticipation. Bryan sat up and moved in close beside me. Then he took me, wrapping his hand around my dick. He wasted no time. The strokes were firm and tight. Each trip down my shaft and up past my head sent shock waves through my body. I knew I wouldn't last long. As I felt my orgasm rising, Bryan grasped me tighter and pumped me harder. I shot Bryan one, two, three times in the face. I kept cumming like it would never end. Bryan never stopped, he never slowed down, and he never let up his grip. He milked me past my last drop and released me.

He collapsed onto his back and we both lay there covered in our fluids of pleasure, breathing like we had just finished a workout. 

No words were spoken.

None were needed.