4 comments/ 52128 views/ 13 favorites Camping with Tom Ch. 01 By: writedoctor Don had a clear view of Tom through the tent's netting. He moved about the small campfire to adjust a misbehaving log. The best part was, Tom naked as a jaybird. He looked rather like an Indian with bare feet and his bronzed back glistening from the flames. Don studied his best friend. There wasn't an ounce of fat on the muscular, ripped man with long wavy black hair. Don chuckled at white ass cheeks, contrasting with the deep body tan. When Tom turned to face the tent, Don focused on the fat penis sprouting from a thick forest of red hair. In this setting, the sight of his attractive buddy, Don realized a new emotion with Tom. Arousal. They mutually smiled. ~~~ They were best of friends and shared many of life's changes. Tom was the physical type, excelling in sports and seemed to have a different girl hanging on his arm week after week. Don enjoyed some competitive sports but drifted towards playing music and writing. Directly after graduation, Don suggested they get away from it all, take a week to camp and unwind in the deep forests of Canada. Tom eagerly looked forward to fishing and cooking over an open fire. "We'll take my car. It's better on gas and has plenty of room for all the gear. I'll be over after work on Friday afternoon. We can pack and drive during the night when it's cooler." The car hummed along the nearly empty interstate and a wide awake Don listened to the radio while Tom dozed off. Stopping at the border, they passed the mini-inspection and pulled off at the nearest town's open diner. About mid-morning they negotiated with a local for a rental canoe. The provincial park was enormous. Miles down twisting dirt roads the men found a ideal spot next to a gurgling mountain stream. Efficiently they set up camp and were soon fishing for a trout dinner. They had stripped to shorts and Don found a warm patch of sand to lay back and enjoy the clear blue skies. "This, my friend, was a great idea!" Tom chirped. ~~~ Approaching the tent, Tom squatted on haunches to unzip the netting. With the campfire's light, Don stared at Tom's ball sack hanging loosely. His cock tingled with the newfound manly desire. As Tom entered, Don scooted over onto his sleeping bag. "Hey. Know what? If we were Indians, you'd have to get a pouch or something for the crown jewels." Don chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. I don't care, I love being nude and free. We picked a good spot, huh?" They chatted about what tomorrow would bring. More fishing and breakfast outside and not missing home or work. The fire crackled and hissed hypnotically and after a tiring day Don peacefully drifted off. ~~~ The sun beat down on his exposed shoulders. He should have brought sunscreen. Soon it was dark and the water refreshingly chilled his ankles. White sand stretched along the edge of the pond and Don saw what looked like a tiki torch fluttering in a nearby patch of trees. He walked quietly realizing he was alone and naked. Branches laden with pine needles tickled his skin. Surrounding the flickering light was a circle of grey stones. A path led further towards more lights. Marble top tables were placed around the small, kidney shaped swimming pool. A man and a woman were drinking from wine glasses and they looked at him. "She's inside." The man said pointing at the building's entrance. Wooden stairs led downward and the air was humid. Don heard hushed conversations and continued down the corridor. Under the tall archway, Don entered the room. He stared. In the center, a naked woman was shackled to an overhead beam. Her blonde hair hung wetly. Her eyes showed terror. Clear spittle ran over the bright red ball gag, dripping onto her breasts. Purple nipples strained from the attached weights. The woman's ankles were pushed apart wide by a spreader bar. A dozen people sat in chairs watching. The tall, large breasted woman stood next to the tethered girl. The devilish cat-o-nine tails swished in the air and landed on her exposed derriere. Painful snakes gripped tender thighs and licked along back and shoulders. She shivered and whimpered from the lashing. Don's cock was hard. An unseen hand caressed his penis. He looked down at the man kneeling there. "Mmm, you've got a nice cock. Very hard. She'll like you. She needs to be fucked in the ass. That's what they've come to see. Are you ready to perform?" Don was astounded at this new predicament. Did they, or this man, expect Don to walk into the center of the room and ass fuck the submissive girl? He stepped into the light. Was that applause? No it just sounded like sheets rippling on a clothesline. The sound was persistent. Rhythmic. Scratching. Rustling. Something wet touched the head of his glans. A mouth? Some type of lubricant? Don groaned as his cock hardened. The girl looked with pleading eyes. The ball gag was released and she gulped air. More scratching and rustling. He wished the incessant sound would go away. ~~~ The nocturnal erection pushed against Don's boxer shorts. His eyes fluttered open. The rustling, rhythmic sound was two feet away. Dim moonlight filtered into the tent and Don slowly turned to see Tom lost in the pleasure of masturbation. Silently he watched Tom lick his lips and sip at the air. Carefully, Don propped onto an elbow and gazed lustfully at Tom's fingers wrapped around his sizable hardon. He slowed the strokes and pulled the sensitive foreskin back to expose the mushroomed cap. Don traced the outline of his imprisoned, throbbing cock and moaned softly startling Tom. "Oh. I...uhh...I...just..." Tom muttered apologetically. "Don't stop my friend." "I...ugh...don't want to." he rasped, his imminent orgasm temporarily halted with someone watching. Fully aroused and unashamed Don knelt next to his prone friend. Boldly, his fingers closed around Tom's grip. Grasping harder, Don moved their fingers in unison, milking the towering shaft. Tom groaned. "So. What...or who...were you thinking of?" "Ohh shit. Umm...Claire. She...umm...gives the b-best hand jobs ever. I mean..." Tom slowly relinquished his grip allowing Don the freedom to handle his manhood. The transition of changing hands was not awkward, in fact quite natural. Fascinated, Don moved the slippery foreskin back and forth. Covering and uncovering Tom's throbbing head. "God, you're hard as a rock. Love this extra skin. You've got such a great cock." Don whispered. Tom flexed his hips. Don's words were stroking his ego and he moved to kneel between Tom's muscular, outstretched legs. "Hmm. Guess I'll have to be Claire tonight. Tell me, what does she do that's so different? The best?" Don's grip tightened, his other hand palming Tom's heavy balls. He squeezed knowing what he liked best. "Ugh. Ohh. Fuck...s-she...you know, brings me right to the edge. Right to the brink and then lets go...teasing...and..." Tom sighed deeply while Don's thumb caressed the pulsating underside. "She...umm...uses this great oil. I...uhh. Ohh!" Don felt powerful. In control rhythmically stroking the bloated penis. Tom's cock was like warmed steel and Don released the beast, hearing it plop back onto Tom's belly. "Does she tease you like that?" "Yes oh yes. Please...please...I want to cum. So bad." "Hmm...I can see how she'd like that...hearing you beg." grasping the rigid pole, moving the pliable skin up and down eliciting another deep groan from his friend. "Don't stop. Please don't..." Nimble fingers encircled Tom's swollen ball sack, erotically pulling. Don painted the silky pre-cum along his oversensitive frenulum. Tom sighed, his breathing labored and ragged. Don's tireless wrist pumped faster, masturbating the blood engorged staff with urgency. Every sinew of the prone young man went rigid. A thick rope of white cum erupted, splattering onto Tom's stomach. "Ohh! Arghh...ohh...ohh!" Don relished the feel of Tom's cock strained at it's full height and the semen ejaculating through hidden, prominent veins. A warm dollop oozed onto Don's thumb. Slowing his strokes, Don milked the cock, emptying Tom who rasped and mumbled incoherently. The unexpected thrill had Don in total arousal. His boxer's were smeared with leakage and quickly doffed the cumbersome material. He needed no foreplay or teasing, palming his enormous hardon. Nimble fingers now turned attentively to his swollen balls and self-pleasure. Don orgasm burst in seconds, jism poured from his spongy head, covering the pleasing fingers and soft mat of pubic hair. Don bellowed ecstatically from the intense release, not ashamed in the least while jerking off in the presence of Tom. The scent of male essence permeated the tent's interior. Don lewdly spread gooey cum over his slowly deflating penis, sighing in the afterglow. "Wow. That was...really hot..." Tom muttered, propped on elbows staring at Don's heaving chest and exposed, satisfied genitals. "Ohh. Yess. So...hot...yes..." he whispered, mesmerized, happily surprised by the spontaneous sexual act they'd shared. With shaky legs, Don plopped onto his sleeping bag. Tom innocently touched his thigh then reached to fondle Don's softening cock. Alone in the woods. Naked. Don's libido suddenly went into overdrive. The possibilities seemed endless. He wanted more and apparently Tom felt the same. Don's balls stirred. ~To Be Continued~ Next: Camping with Tom Ch. 2 Camping With Tom Ch. 02 Don's eyes fluttered open to view the blue-green mural of their canvas tent. Pressed against the thin coverlet, his piss hardon ached for relief. He stretched, yawned loudly and picked up his boxers with splotches of dried semen. He'd slept with eerie dreams but the activity with Tom last night was no dream. Morning sunlight filtered down through a canopy of thick branches. Don scurried through the tent flaps and immediately inhaled the wonderful, strong smell of coffee. Preceded by the towering flagpole, Don walked past his friend and wizzed mightily behind a huge, gray boulder. Tom squatted near the small fire and peered at Don's naked form returning. A yellow hand towel draped over one beefy shoulder, a white dab of shaving foam lingered near an earlobe. "Hey. Good morning sleepyhead." Wearing only a pair of cut-off blue jeans, Tom stood and poured java into the nearby mug for his friend. Don took the proffered brew. "Hey. Umm...Tom. Are we...you know...cool about last night? I mean...umm..." Don stammered. "Hell yeah. No problems with this boy..."Tom winked. Don's spirits soared. All things accepted. He stretched his long fingers toward the sky and felt like beating his chest a la Tarzan. After breakfast they loaded the canoe, packed a lunch and jostled along the two mile dirt road to a secluded, serene lake. Grabbing the fishing gear, Don maneuvered the sleek craft away from shore. The sun was warm and a small breeze assisted Don's paddling, Tom being intent on trolling and testing the waters' depth. "Let's head for that cove over there. To the right." Tom suggested. Lost in the majesty of the wilderness, Don didn't care which direction they took. Tall oaks gave a respite from the heat and about thirty yards off shore Tom dropped the concrete anchor. Don really wanted to jump into the inviting lake but was content drowning a few worms. An hour passed and after only a few nibbles, "Hey that sand bar looks shallow enough, I'd really like to swim. What do you think?" Tom grunted okay and pulled up the weight. Fifteen minutes later the canoe's underside hissed over the clean gravel area that curved and stretched around the pond's eastern end. Don stored the cooler under a tall maple and quickly stripped. He ran naked into the clear, spring fed lake. Breaking the smooth surface, he dove several feet, testing the chilly depths and swam energetically. Much of the bottom was covered with a carpet of leaves but returning to the tapered edge, Don's feet touched down onto friendly, warmer sands. "Hey! The water's great!" Don yelled to Tom who was casting a lure towards an half submerged tree trunk. "Yeah. In a minute nature boy." Tom smiled, staring at his nude friend standing up to his knees in the rippling surface. Don plopped onto the spread towel and tingled with the moment. Bare-ass in the secluded woods, soaking up sun and away from civilization. He heard the slight sound of a zipper and looked to see Tom's white ass headed towards the water. "Holy shit...it's cold." Tom whined then boldly dove under the surface. Don watched long tanned arms glide effortlessly along the top. He pivoted and easily swam back. Gasping, Tom's soaked nudeness eased onto the large beach towel. "Man. This place is so neat. Like heaven." "You'll get no argument from me." Don agreed. Tom moved his leg. Their knees and thighs touched. A bird squawked somewhere across the lake and a breeze softly rustled the tree tops. They absorbed the peace. "Hey. I need to ask you something." "Sure. Anything." Don murmured. "Did you...you know...last night. Mean what you were saying? You know...the things you were saying...about my cock. I...umm...really like that. it's a real turn on..." Don turned over into his side. Tom relaxed on his back, hands behind head, staring at the blue sky. "Yeah. Of course I did. Your cock...wow...is shaped great. You get so hard and I really, really like the foreskin. So sexy." Don stared at the dark, wet locks of hair. Tom's muscular frame. How could he not like Tom's easy going manner? Drawn into the moment, he knew what to do. Leaning over, Don swabbed the tip of his tongue against Tom's nipple startling him momentarily. He closed his lips around the teat, delicately using his teeth. Tom sighed, "Mmm...I like that nature boy." Don's hand roamed down over Tom's chest, taut stomach and lewdly grasped his hardening penis. He stroked the member, feeling the incredible surge and cupped Tom's ball sack, tight and shriveled from the cold water. Inviting the warm caress, Tom opened his legs. Maneuvering down the towel, Don's mouth closed around the tip of Tom's swollen cock. His taste was clean and manly and he eagerly licked the spongy glans. Don pursed his lips against the mushroom and jacked the loose skin up and down. Saliva dribbled onto his fingers, moistening the shaft. Tom groaned delightfully and moved his quivering hips upward. Don's fingers encircled the base and tightened subtly. Tom's 7 inch cock towered at full attention, glistening in the sunlight. He pulled the foreskin back and forth, enthralled with its erotic, elastic feel. "God. You get so hard! Love this extra layer of skin. Your cock is...beautiful. Thick blue veins. So hard...so beautiful..." Don kissed along the throbbing pole, lapping the masculine underside. "You...you like my cock...ohh..." Tom muttered. Mesmerized with the sight of Tom's glistening flesh, Don hungrily engulfed more than half his erection and nearly gagged from the thick girth. He bobbed up and down, licking and tasting inside his secret sheath. Minutes passed and Don's jaw began to tire. Don lovingly stroked the saliva coated prick, it's blood engorged tip dark red. "Ohh. So close..." Tom sighed. Don used both hands to masturbate Tom's length. A droplet of clear pre-cum oozed erotically. Don lapped the treat, mouthing the tasty boner and massaged Tom's back sack. "Don't stop...please...don't..." Don closed his mouth tightly. Suctioning the bulbous head. His fingers pistoned rhythmically and brought his friend to a delirious climax. Tom's torso tightened and Don tasted the first volley of cum, swallowing impulsively. "Ohh! Ohh God! Oh-h-h-! Yes-s-s...ohh yes-s-s...!" Tom groaned attempting to stab his prick further into Don's gullet. Tom's load of semen was salty, slightly bitter. Don could not possibly take it all, allowing much of it to dribble out of his mouth. He purposely slowed the jacking pace, milking the pulsating cock. Tom writhed, moaning in ecstasy. "Wow. You came a lot!" Don exclaimed, trying to clear his throat. Large, creamy wads of cum were splattered in Tom's pubic hair. He lay back spent and gasping from the incredible orgasm. Don smiled from the effort and released his hold on the satisfied cock. "Shit. It's hot. I'm going swimming!" Don laughed at the sprawled figure of his friend. He wasn't going anywhere just yet. As Don entered the cool water, he held his semi-hard penis and thought of all the things he and Tom could do. He smiled wickedly. ~~ To Be Continued~~ Next: Camping With Tom - Ch.3 Camping With Tom Ch. 03 Tom stirred the glowing, red embers of their campfire, sending sparks into the dark sky. Absorbed with the quiet evening, he reflected on the days happenings. Swimming nude in the clear lake, catching brook trout and feasting on them for dinner. Away from anything electronic. And best of all, bonding with Don. The fire was low and safe enough to leave. Tom made his way toward the tent, kicked off his sandals and unzipped the flap. Don lay nude atop his sleeping bag reading by the Coleman lantern. Tom ogled the tanned back and pale, fleshy globes of his ass. He smiled and playfully slapped the doughy cheeks. "Hey nature boy. Looks like another peaceful night in the forest. Man...I'm getting used to this lifestyle." Don placed the book down and turned to face Tom pulling off his tee shirt. "Know what you mean. It's great out here." Don surveyed his friend's taut belly and ripped biceps. Tom quickly doffed his jeans exposing leopard print bikini underwear. The string waistband barely held up the contoured pouch filled with Tom's genitalia. "If I'm nature boy then you're Tarzan." Don teased. "Is the book any good?" Tom asked sprawling over the adjoining sleeping bag. "Erotic stories, a young man's tales of visiting a gay bathhouse. You'd like it. The fish was excellent tonight, huh?" "Yeah. Nothing like cooking on an open fire." Tom stared directly into Don's eyes which were staring at his crotch. "You love it. Don't you?" "Love what?" "Sucking cock." "Gee...why don't you get right to the point?" Don smirked. "Besides...there's only one cock to suck here. I mean, other than my own." Tom reclined with fingers leisurely clasped behind his neck, "Yeah. Got to be one of the all time fantasies, huh? Being able to suck your own cock." Don's gaze took in the sculpted, masculine figure dimly lit by the flickering lantern. Curly hairs adorned Tom's chest and taut legs. The visible bulge invited and like a magnet, Don moved to kneel between Tom's legs. "No wonder all the chicks went after you." Don whispered. An owl hooted from the nearby trees reminding them of the natural, shared privacy. The backs of his fingers trailed along Tom's thighs and deftly teased up either side of the pouch. "Going to get hard for me?" Don asked, softly brushing chest hairs and fingering his manly nipples. Tom opened his legs and sighed. "Love your touch. So soft. Pull down my briefs." "Not yet horny Tarzan." "That's also what I like. Your teasing." Tom shivered as Don traced the outline of his growing member. He palmed Tom's covered balls, imagining their fullness. Insistent fingers pulled the soft penis skin through the material. Tom groaned, his prick hardening from the movement. Casually, Don moved to the side and picked up the book. "I want to read this part to you." "Okay." Tom complied. ~~~ Josh had heard about the all male bath house from a fellow at the bar. As a realtor, Josh had many gay clients and he'd indulged in his bisexual side often enough. Sometimes he just wanted cock. The fee was nominal and he signed in as a visitor. The annual membership and application would be looked into. The young man behind the desk was cordial, blonde, very tanned and scrutinized Josh handsomely. He took the locker key and towel and headed down the hallway. He carefully hung his clothes and felt energized being naked. A quick shower was tempting but weighed himself first. Two naked men, holding hands, came around the corner and smiled to him. Josh was in great shape and the shorter, more paunchy of the two checked him out. He liked being looked at, in a way. The sauna was not his first choice.. Josh opened the heavy wooden door to the steam room and found it nearly empty. His eyes adjusted to the dimness and moved towards the right set of benches. Sitting on the raised tier was a handsome, middle-aged man with short curly black hair with hands relaxed on knees. Josh immediately took in his muscular build and between open legs, a fairly thick penis stretched along the bench seat. The man looked up, caught his gaze and smiled. "See anything you like?" He asked with a soft voice. "Umm. Yeah. Actually...I do." Josh answered, offering his hand, "I'm Josh. New here." "Hi. I'm Bill. Welcome to our club." Said while shaking hands. Bill's eyes devoured Josh's profile. Opening his legs a tad, the handsome man reached down and casually touched himself. Josh eagerly watched. "Umm...mind if I get a closer look?" Josh boldly asked. "Not at all. In fact, it'd be my pleasure." Josh noticed there were others' in the room but didn't care in the least. He knelt on the bottom bench between Bill's legs.. Josh smoothed his palm along a thigh and touched the fattening penis with desire. Encircling the base, Josh stroked the skin softly. "You have a nice one. I like thick cocks." Josh whispered. ~~~ Don read to his friend, captivated by the story. One hand held the open book, the other continued to massage Tom's full erection through the material. "Keep going?" "Oh yes. Very hot. Whew, I'm so hard." ~~~ "I bet you do." Bill answered, leaning back a little and opened his thighs. Josh placed a quick kiss on the man's tip. He loved the muskiness surrounding Bill's genitals and opened his mouth over the cock. Josh felt it pulsate slightly. Sensuously he probed the slit with the tip of his tongue and carefully moved his teeth around the rim. Bill's cock was clean tasting and slid his mouth lower. Josh's prick began to swell. "Mmm. That's good. Make it hard now." Josh cupped Bill's large ball sac and lapped them eagerly then used the flat of his tongue up along the front of the shaft. Josh sucked at the penis again, encircling his fingers at the base and began to move the pliable skin up and down. The man sighed deeply from the pleasure, his prick stiffening quickly. Josh tightened his grip and allowed the cock to touch near the back of his throat. Stroking the tall pole, Josh sat back to admire the beautiful cock glistening with his saliva. "God, you have a gorgeous cock. Love sucking you." Josh whispered. "Such a big one and...so hard!" The handsome man looked down lewdly, touching Josh's hair, "You got him nice and big now. So...tell me. Do you swallow?" "Yes." Josh answered and mouthed the hardon, wetly sucking the sensitive front again. Bill pushed his hips forward, nearly gagging him with the magnificent erection. Josh knew what he personally liked and began to bob his mouth up and down. Lightly squeezing his balls with one hand and jerking the slippery shaft quicker. Bill groaned as Josh pursed his lips around the mushroom head and sucked like a vacuum. He played with his hairy sac, lapping all around the shaft and masturbated the full erection with a perfect rhythm. The man was breathing heavier and sighing. "Going to cum for me? Please? Cum in my mouth now..." Josh whispered, closing his mouth over the throbbing cock and humming, "Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm." Josh felt a droplet of pre-cum escape his own prick sliding against the wooden bench seat. Bill stiffened, strong fingers grasping Josh's head. His cock enlarged and exploded in a rush. A large volley of creamy spunk shot and the man jerked into the wet cavern. Josh eagerly swallowed the salty gift, fondling the swollen balls to release all he had. Grunting with ecstasy, Bill's orgasm seemed endless, spewing a fountain of sperm into the eager gullet. Josh swallowed the load lovingly and licked the popsicle clean. Turning his head and pressing Bill's cock to his cheek, Josh noticed a spectator only a few feet away masturbating to the show. His slim cock fully at attention. Eyes glassy and focused. Josh's need was wanton. He wanted more. He knelt upon the bench and opened his cheeks, lewdly offering his ass to the anonymous man. ~~~ Massaging Tom's lengthy prick, Don felt the sticky spot on his underwear. "Mmm...you're leaking...guess you like the story." "And your...the...the way...you stroke me." Doffing the book, Don leaned down to lick at the moistened material. His friend had enough teasing. He pulled off the bikinis and nuzzled Tom's warm balls, reveling in the musky, male scent. "Yeah...like that..." Don held the rigid pole, lapping the blood engorged tip. Another clear droplet of juice oozed delightfully. Tasty, sexy fluid. Don eagerly closed his mouth around the mushroom shaped head. "Ohh!" Tom gasped, propping up on an elbow to watch. "Don...Don...I...I...want to fuck...you..." Reluctantly, he paused the oral feast and looked up. "For real?" "Umm...yeah. Have you ever...?" Don reflected with a mixture of guilt and excitement. How many times had he masturbated with dildo insertion, wishing/fantasizing for a flesh cock inside? "Not the real thing. Nope." "I'll be gentle with my virgin, nature boy." Tom immediately took control positioning Don onto his back and placing a large pillow under his hips. He gently smeared a dollop of K-Y jelly around Don's rosebud, half of his index finger probing easily. "You're tight back here. Just relax." Tom carefully pushed in his lubed middle finger, rubbed Don's prostrate which elicited a deep sigh. "Oh wow. That feels...good..." Don husked, feeling his pecker stiffen from the inner massage. Another finger entered. Tom slowly twirled the digits, flexing them apart, testing the elasticity of Don' sphincter. "I think you're ready for me..." Don rose up onto his elbows, capturing Tom's glassy eyes. He sat on haunches between Don's legs. His cock was enormous. The foreskin neatly peeled back, hugging the pinkish shaft. His bulbous, mushroom head an angry magenta. Amply coated with lube, it glistened in the lantern's soft light. "Please. Don't hurt me...it's...you're so big..." "I'll stop if it's painful. Promise." Both somehow knew it wouldn't be like that. Both eagerly wanted this. Don trusted his best friend. Completely. He was clean. Don couldn't think of anyone else he'd consider doing this with. Tom's spongy tip disappeared into the dark tunnel with no resistance at all. Holding the backs of Don's thighs Tom pushed in about half of his erection, allowing anal muscles to adjust to the girth. Pulling in and out mere inches at a time, he felt Don's tight rim stretching. "Mmm. Man. So good. Ready for more?" "Yeah..." Don moaned, "I didn't kn-know...this would feel so good." Tom thrust his hips forward and filled Don's anal cavity with the remainder of his hardon. Balls deep. "There. You got all of me nature boy." Don reveled in pure pleasure as Tom's cock erotically rubbed his inner sex gland. His own penis stood tall, completely erect. Pre-cum dripped as the fleshy pole worked in and out. He hadn't been this hard in a long time. Like steel. "Ohh. Ohh. Fuck...fuck. Tom...I...I want to cum..." Don gasped. Tom wrapped thumb and index around Don's ball sack and squeezed gently. "Stroke that cock." Don's wrist was a blur masturbating his stiffness and quickly spilling large droplets of gooey cum onto his heaving stomach. "Nnn-nnn...Ohh...Ohh!" Don yelped in ecstasy. Tom enjoyed the show, marveling at the constriction around his own large member tightly suckled within Don's exquisite asshole. He shoved it in deep and came in a glorious rush. "Don! Ohh Don...! Argh-r-rh! Yess-ss-ss!" His sperm shot rapidly, painting the virgin canal with his whiteness. Perspiration dripped from Tom's forehead. The sweet sound of flesh against flesh echoed through their canvas tent as he fucked his best friend deliriously. Drifting along the pleasurable twilight of magnificent orgasms, Tom's cock diminished and the pair eventually separated. Lying side by side with deep breaths. "Th-that...was fucking great..." Don moaned. "Mmm. You take it well. Whew. Came in buckets..." Staring up at the green canvas of their tent, Don felt a small ooze of cum escape from his backside. He felt somehow fulfilled. This had been a dream and now become reality. Don's asshole twitched pleasantly. He leaned over to lewdly kiss and lick Tom's semi-hard penis. The earthy taste mingled with lube and jism. Don's cock began to swell. "Mmm. Love your cock. Again?" "In a minute...nature boy..." Tom smiled. ~To Be Continued~ Next: Camping With Tom: Chapter 4 Camping With Tom Ch. 04 Don was having a nice dream, fantastic even. He and Claire were at the summer cottage and the evening was cool. Don stretched across the four poster bed. Claire smiled, kneeling between his legs. Her soiled blue satin panties wrapped about his tall shaft and humid balls. "Like that baby? They have my scent just for you. God I've never felt you harder. Big swollen cock. Love this head." Don murmured pleasurably from the soft masturbation. The fabric's silky sensation directly against the front of his erection was maddening. Don's hips bucked attempting more friction there. Please, he whispered, a little harder. Eyes fluttered open to dim morning light and Tom's grin. He lightly fingered the thin sheet draped over Don's massive hardon. How long has he been playing with me? Don't care, feels so good. Don stared at Tom's dark brown hair and beautiful smile. "Nice dreams my friend?" He challenged, smirking. "Umm. Yeah. I...uhh..." Tom slowly dragged the thin covering off, exposing Don's midsection and genitals. Insistent fingers grasped pink flesh, stroking the pliable skin up and down. He sighed from the unexpected morning touch. "Tell me about your dream." "Oh. I was with Claire and she..." "Yes? She?" Don looked into the depths of Tom's encouraging, friendly stare. He began to experience newer feelings about Tom. Emotional and loving. The stroking sensation was sexual and highly charged but Don saw something different. His curly hair. Sans tee shirt Tom's rippling biceps and pecs. Tom cared and what he thought, what he felt. His fantasies. "Claire was jerking me off on the bed. Using her satin panties. Driving me crazy. And then I woke and you were here. Teasing me with the sheet. It was..." Tom grinned and squirted a dollop of K-Y jelly across the front of Don's aching member. Using a fingertip, he smeared gel over the magenta mushroom shaped head. Don moaned while watching the sexy act. "So. You're a panty guy huh? Bet you jagged off into your older sister's undies huh?" Tom's palm encircled the hardened pole. Quick rhythmic strokes had Don gasping. His hips lurched, fucking the lovely fist. "Ohh! Ohh!" Don yelped as a rope of white cum splashed onto his quivering stomach. Tom milked the shaft perfectly, casually swiping the sensitive, engorged head. Several more spurts ejaculated, dripping over Tom's fingers. Don reveled in the all too quick orgasm. "Fuck. What you do to me." Don whispered hoarsely. "You came a lot. Balls must've been full. Love that." Tom rose, wiped his hands on a nearby tee shirt and draped it over Don's cummy mess. "Coffee's ready when you are." Don lay back, catching his breath and stared at the overhead green canvas. What a way to start the day he thought sighing. He wizzed by the favorite boulder and sat by Tom sipping morning java. After a hearty breakfast Don suggested they drive up to the large lake, canoe and swim. The lads had a smooth routine loading and unloading the gear. 5 miles of rough, dirt road and they were soon paddling across the glassy lake. "Let's head for that secluded cove again." Their craft easily slid onto the small, sandy beach. They quickly doffed shirts and shorts and splashed around in cool water. Standing in waist deep water he noticed Tom's nipples were hard as pebbles. "It's so great here. So free. Love being nude." Don ogled the manly crinkled nipples and thought of licking, nibbling there. Knowing how erotic that felt. Knowing how he had loved that tender, overlooked area. "Let me wash your back." Tom turned and Don rubbed the scented cake of soap over tanned, muscular shoulders. He loved the feel of Tom's lathered skin. Pressing his body against the Adonis styled figure, they laughed and dove under the water to rinse. Tom tossed the thin coverlet over soft pine needles and plopped face down. Don finished toweling off and stared lustfully at the sprawled, naked man. "Everything's so tanned except your lily white ass." "Yeah, well kiss it if you like." Tom encouraged. Don needed no further tempting and knelt between the outstretched legs. He kissed each chilly cheek then playfully bit part of the fleshy derriere. Tom quivered. "Sorry. Did that hurt?" "Uh-uh. Keep going nature boy." Tom murmured as Don left a trail of wet kisses along the masculine crack. Instinctively Don pried his cheeks apart and licked around the rosebud. "Oh yeah. Umm don't stop." Don had no intention of stopping whatsoever. The tip encircled Tom's nether hole and dipped inside. He was sweet and clean. His tongue drove deeper and Tom clenched down onto the invader, moaning. "Turn over. I want to see your cock while I do this." Tom eagerly complied. Lying on his back, Tom grabbed the backs of his legs, opening himself completely. Don's mouth watered at the exposed, tempting buffet. A fully engorged penis, tight ball sack and Tom's winking, brown eye. His tongue laved in and around the rubbery aperture. Don again tenderly bit the fleshy ass and drove the tip of his tongue deep inside. He probed wetly. "Mmm. Tongue my ass. So good." Don's mouth never stopped. Experimenting with the texture of Tom's asshole, licking and sucking with passionate delight. His tongue swabbed under the heavy scrotum and Don eagerly mouthed one ball. Saliva drooled into Tom's crack. Like suckling an oyster, Don chewed the tender shell around his sphincter. "Put. Put a finger in." Don wet the tip of his middle finger and slowly pushed the first knuckled portion in. He watched mesmerized as it disappeared into the pink tunnel. Adding more spit, Don continued and slipped is entire finger inside. He felt the muscle tightly constrict there. Tom gasped. God, what would my cock feel like in here? Don thought. "Oh you bad boy. Oh." Don swirled his digit, finding the mysterious and powerful sex gland. Tom's cockhead was leaking. Don scrunched forward and licked along the lengthy prick. He pulled the foreskin down, exposing a beet red cap. "God Tom. You're dick is like steel!" Holding the extra, sensitive skin near the base, Don's wet lips closed around the large, mushroom head. Tom's hips jerked up, stabbing into the wet mouth and released his legs to stretch out. Don's finger continued to massage the walnut while maneuvering Tom's tight sphincter in and out. Using the flat of his tongue, Don lapped the pink frenulum. Lapping then sucking the flesh there. Tom's erection throbbed. More licking. Don was determined to make him cum this way. Tom's cock pulsed from the teasing tongue. His legs and stomach tightened. A dollop of warm semen erupted and Don quickly closed his mouth over the spraying cock to catch more. "Ngh! Nnn. Ohh! Fuck-k. Suck it. Suck it now!" With pure love Don sucked the beautiful, expanding penis. He pulled the constricting finger out and cupped Tom's balls, swallowing his essence. Don masturbated the rigid cock, sexily using Tom's foreskin, tasting the copious load. Tom groaned aloud into the warm afternoon. Don suckled his man, loving the newfound anal pleasure. The sweet afterglow lapsed into minutes. "Oh. Stop...too sensitive." Tom pleaded. "Man. You're still hard." "That was fantastic." Don looked up at his satisfied friend. Someday, he hoped, his cock would be inside Tom. Pleasing them both. An awareness struck Don. He was falling for Tom. ~To Be Continued~