Indian Summer

We were having an autumn heat wave, a couple weekends after Labor Day, and to make the most of it, I had gone with a buddy from work, along with some other friends to a recreation area at a nearby lake where we hung out, jet skied, waterskied and tubed and just spent the day swimming and goofing off. It was late afternoon, most everybody had loaded up and gone home, but I was staying in a tent, planning on extending my weekend with some fishing in the morning. The weather was expected to be cooler, the campground was nearly empty, and I was beginning to look forward to the fishing.

But today, I was sunburned, dirty and tired and I decided to get cleaned up. Adjacent to the campground there was a bath house, with showers, toilets and such, so I grabbed a towel and went into the shower to wash the 'lake' off.

Nobody else was in there as I entered the bath house. I took the first shower stall and I took my time, first washing and then just relaxing. At one point I thought I heard another shower start, but I was enjoying the shower, the cool water felt good on my burnt skin and it was kind of putting me in a horny sort of mood that got me looking forward to an evening alone in my tent in a deserted campground.

After I got out of my shower, I was sitting on a bench in the changing area, drip drying with my towel draped over my head and my legs splayed and a semi hard dick all exposed and dangling and I heard the other shower stop. Then the rustle of another person's towel then the rattling sound of the shower curtain and rings, but then nothing. I expected wet foot steps on the floor, a cough, or something, but there was not a sound. A moment later I pulled my towel off my face and saw my buddy as he stepped out of the other shower and stood there, wrapped in a towel and just looking at me. I pulled my knees together and sat up a bit as I tried to arrange the towel in my lap. Under his wet towel I could see the outline his dick bulge, which was also half hard. I was waiting for him to make joke or say something to ease the sudden strange atmosphere in the room.

Both of us were now in our late 30's, but we've been friends for a long time; since grade school actually and had spent our lives running in the same circles together; school sports, summers, camp-outs, hang-outs, school events... just everything, and we've shared just about everything; jackets, coats, shirts, pants, even undies. Homework, lunches, sodas, beers, smokes, I mean just everything.

There had also been a few fights, alot of grab-ass and horseplay and joking around, like guys will do, and it seemed like he was always making a joke or pranking someone. However, what he was doing right then was different, like he wasn't goofing. It was a bit over-the-line and awkward and made me feel a little uneasy. I avoided eye contact, but I could see him and I realized he was now slowly moving toward me.

He'd dropped the towel and was now nude. His dick was now fully erect as he edged toward me. I waved him off with a non-verbal sound meant to let him know to "cut it out" or knock it off" and I put my right hand up in a 'hold-it-right-there' gesture. In another second he had stepped up to my outstretched hand, which I was now using to create and maintain a space between us as my mind raced. This was just exactly the kind of joke he'd play and I really didn't feel like like living down the teasing as he related the story later to whoever he thought would laugh.

My hand was now resting on his chest. He was directly in front me. His dick was just getting harder and longer, and just way too close, so I pushed him back a little. To stay in contact, he quickly covered my hand with his and held it against his chest. Alarms were going off in my brain as I tried to process everything and decide what to do.

It looked like he'd already thought that through as he pressed my fingers onto his nipple for a few seconds before sliding my hand, palm open and flat against his skin, slowly down his chest. I wasn't moving my hand on my own, but I also wasn't resisting as my hand and as my fingers slid over his abdomen. I felt his light chest hair, the recess of his navel, the squish of his little tummy paunch and then his short, trimmed pubes just before he slid my hand onto his cock and wrapped my fingers around it, holding my hand on his dick.

He had a normal dick. Nothing shockingly huge or comically small. Straight, circumcised with a head slightly larger around than the shaft. We'd seen each other naked before in more innocent or innocuous circumstances, but nothing sexual had ever happened, apart from jokes at each others expense.

I had never seen him aroused, and I realized, desperate. I'd handled my cock before; alot, if I'm being honest, but I guess I never considered how it might FEEL to touch someone else's dick. His was now stiff and hard, while at the same time soft, textured and veiny but smooth. Wet from the shower but warm, almost hot to the touch. With almost a chuckle I said, "It looks like an actual dildo."

If this was just a joke to him, it was past the time for him to deliver the punch line. I said, "This is getting weird" and glanced up at his face. Our eyes met and I felt, more than heard the question he asked, emphasized by a forward rocking of his hips. He moved his hand from where it covered mine, and rested it on my shoulder. I knew that this was my one opportunity to disengage, laugh it off and get going, but... I didn't. I guess I didn't want to let go. I just didn't know. I didn't know what was happening, or why, or how far this would go or for how long... and I kind of wanted to know. Having never touched another dick, I was enjoying the feelings; the sensations of his cock in my hand and the ones starting to grow in my stomach and my groin. My heart was racing, my lips were dry. I realized I was starting to get hard, and I began softly squeezing his cock and lightly and slowly jacking him off.

I used my other hand to touch his body; first on his thigh, then up his hip and across his ass, feeling the curve of it before sliding across his ribs and lightly rubbing first his stomach and then his groin just above the base of his cock.

I cupped and lifted his balls,

and I heard him whisper, "Please..." I was looking intently at his cockhead as I stroked his shaft and with a squeeze on the upstroke I saw a single, clear drop of pre cum form at the slit in the center if his swollen cock head. I pressed the pad of my thumb on it and started to smear it around and this only brought more out.

Again, he barely whispered the word, "Please..." I had made my decision and I slowly nodded with a small motion, indicating I understood... and also that I was willing.

I couldn't believe what I was doing. I cant believe I did it. I cant believe I wanted to, but I did. I licked my lips and as I leaned in, took a deep breath, inhaling the just washed scent of his dick and balls. Then, it felt like I was falling as I licked the underside of his cock, pulling the head through my lips and into my mouth as I ran my tongue all over it. I held onto his shaft, slowly stroking and squeezing as I sucked on the head of his dick, tasting his pre cum and wanting more of it.

I wasn't very talented at sucking cock. This was my first ever attempt at a blow job, and no pun intended, but I sucked. My gag reflex has always been sensitive, so I knew there wasn't going to be any 'deep-throating' and he going was not going to be 'fucking my face', but, I did suck his dick. Using my lips, tongue, cheeks, and occasionally swallowing my excess spit along with his oozing pre cum, I was surprised how natural it was coming to me, and how aroused I had become. I didn't care about anything but that cock. At one point I started jerking myself off, but he told me to stop, and to wait.

I wasn't concerned about being seen by strangers, if there were any around; I thought to myself, 'So what if someone walks in? Maybe I'll suck them off, too'. I just kept sucking, swirling my tongue and stroking, rubbing his shaft with one hand and squeezing his balls with the other hand, even reaching under them, running my fingertips over his taint and his anus. When my jaw started to ache, I'd lick and kiss the outside of his cock for a few seconds, I tried licking his balls for a minute, but then I put that dick back in my mouth, a little in further each time.

I wasn't really paying any attention to him until I felt his hands lightly on the sides of head, more for his own balance I think, than for control, because it was just a few seconds later that I felt the first of his cum flooding my mouth with one pulse after another. The taste and smell was just everywhere it seemed; not foul but not like food either. Not bad, not good; just cum. There wasn't room for it all and even though I was swallowing, most of his cum was oozing out around my lips and down my chin, a thick slippery mix of spit and jizz. I didn't like the way it tasted but I loved how it it felt it in my mouth. I felt so damned slutty as I gave in completely and coaxed his orgasm to completion with a mouthful of cum dripping out and down my chin while I sucked and stroked his cock even harder, gently squeezing his balls as I did.

Following an orgasm, most males' dicks get pretty sensitive and almost too ticklish to touch, and so, less than a minute after he came, he pulled his softening cock out of my mouth with a body shudder. My friend used his hand to wipe his cum and my drool off my chin, and reached down and grabbed my cock, smearing the mixture onto my oozing cockhead and shaft before reaching between his own legs, where he smeared the rest of it between his ass cheeks and over his hole.

He french kissed me for a second or two, maybe longer before asking, "Are we still friends?" All I could do was nod, and he said was, "Good " as he slowly sat down in my lap, balancing on my shoulder with one hand and holding my dick with the other as he lined the tip up and started to push it into his ass. Once he felt the tip enter, he spread his cheeks apart with both hands and grimaced as he slowly sat on my cock, which disappeared steadily until I was entirely inside his ass.

He just sat still and we kissed again, though this time it was mutual and hungry. I grabbed his ass with both my hands, running my fingers around the the place where his anus engulfed my cock. It was so tight and hot. A few minutes passed and he shifted a bit fir comfort and then he started softly rocking his hips. I wondered what that looked like, my friend straddling me on a bath house bench as I fucked him in the ass. I wished there had been a mirror.

I broke the kiss and started sucking on his nipples. I worked one hand between us to grab his dick and I jerked him off with an awkward grip as he rode my cock. I came hard and quickly, filling his ass with cum as deeply as I could while I bit his nipple hard enough to leave marks. He kept humping my cock, right through the sensitive, toe curling period following my own orgasm, but with the addition of my cum as lube, his sphincters relaxed and I started fucking him back. Before he could lose his balance completely and fall, he got off me, spread his towel on the floor and laid down on his back with his knees bent. I got into the missionary position, pushed his knees up, easily slipped back inside his ass and fucked him with long and steady strokes, increasing the speed and the intensity until I came a second time in his ass, and he came again on his belly. I slid down, sucked on his cock again as I rubbed his cum around on his belly until we'd both calmed down and returned to a more level state of mind, lying on that cold wet concrete floor, panting.

When it was over, we each showered again, and quietly got dressed. We joked quietly about it all, but a door was open now and our friendship was altered. For my part, I leaned into it. I suppose I would rather suck my friend off than not have him as a friend. It was a while before anything else happened between us. When it does, Its a mutual thing; he sucks my cock, and is actually a little better it. For equity, things often end in a 69 position, mostly because I also like to play with his ass.

He and his girlfriend have included me in their sex and we've had encounters with small groups. It was her idea for him to make a move on me in the first place. I've gotten better at giving head with her help. As far as anal goes, some fingering, a thorough eating, a little light pegging is ok, but being buttfucked has just never been comfortable or enjoyable for me, not that we never tried. It's nice to have such an open, two-way sex life, but as much as possible I keep it on the down low. Now having finished writing this I feel like dropping by his place to see what's going on. I expect a warm reception.