Camping with Max

“Just, my luck,” I thought.

I had just purchased a nice six person tent for the weekend. Nate, Max, Blake and I were all going to Rocky Mountain National Park for a few days to camp and hike, but with Nate and Blake out last minute, now it'll just be Max and I. I was content with spending a weekend alone with Max, but frankly, I wasn't sure if he wanted to spend a weekend alone with me. We weren't necessarily friends, but were more like friends with the same people. We'd never hung out alone together, but would often find each other at Blake's pool parties or smoke seshes.

Moments later, Max texts saying that he too had just bought some camping gear and he really wanted to try it out. He was still willing to go if I was game, he said.

I was more looking forward to camping with Nate and Blake than I was Max. I'd always had a crush on Blake, I even told him myself when we were in high school, but he was straight as an arrow, as was Nate. That didn't keep me from admiring his well defined pecs and abs from behind my aviators though. Nate was as good looking as he was airheaded. His tall, slim swimmers body with toned muscles from top to bottom topped with a semi-kept mop of blonde hair. These guys were my type.

And Max was fine, but just not necessarily the type I go after. He was a year older, 25, and a couple inches taller than me with short blonde hair he swept to the side. I would notice at Blake's pool parties that his arms were well toned and his pecs were impressive, but he had a bit of a belly, probably left over from college. This was covered by a thin layer of chest hair that thickened and darkened as it got closer to his waistline. I generally had my eyes on the other two though. I'm also openly gay, but not necessarily obvious, but I assumed that the other guys had told Max at some point if he didn't assume it himself.

“Yeah man, I'm game.”

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Once we found a relatively private campsite within the park, we quickly set up our tent before it got dark. We made some sandwiches and shared some small talk that made me at least feel a little more comfortable being alone with Max, and I'd hope make him a little more comfortable with me. As we readied for bed, we zipped ourselves into the tent and sat on our sleeping bags as Max rolled a couple of joints for us to smoke.

“Do you have a girlfriend man?” he asked.

I scoffed a bit thinking he was joking.

He looked up from rolling and at me, “No?”

“Oh,” I laughed uncomfortably, “I thought you knew I was gay.”

He raised his brow and shook his head like a wet dog, “Whoa, no way! I had no idea.”

“Is that okay,” I asked shyly?

“Of course dude, I don't care. Do you have a boyfriend then?”

“No, not really,” I said.

“What's that mean?” he asked.

“I mean, outside of some casual hook ups with the same few guys, nothing serious.” I

“You mean like on Grindr?” He asks, the same way any straight guy asks a gay guy about a hook up app. Not teasingly, but there is certainly some playfulness to it.

We laughed, “Yes, Max, like Grindr.”

He began to ask all kinds of questions about Grindr and how often I hook up. He asked about what kind of guys I usually meet, or where we meet. He asked if I go over to guys home or if they come to my place, he asked who decided who “pitches and catches” as he put it. He was full of genuine questions that he seemed interested and curious about. We talked for so long about it all that we'd smoked through his two joints and gotten into our sleeping bags.

Answering all of these questions about hooking up had gotten me rock hard. Max laid on his back and I faced him on my side, but a couple of feet apart in this giant tent. As we both began to yawn and stretch it was clear we were both getting tired and his playful interrogation seemed to come to an end. We said our goodnights and rolled over facing away from each other. I reached into my shorts, gripping my throbbing hard on. I wanted to jerk off right there, but knew I couldn't. I fell asleep gripping my pulsing cock.

* * *

I woke up the same way but in a slightly different position. My hard cock was throbbing and it felt like I'd been hard all night! I had to jerk off, I had to cum. I checked to make sure Max was still asleep – out cold apparently; lying on his side facing me with his mouth agape and a small snore escaping him now and then. I very carefully and quietly opened up my sleeping bag and lowered my shorts. Exposed to the cool fresh morning air had me leaking pre cum down my 7” long pulsing shaft. I gripped my shaft tightly at the base and began slow, small strokes. I checked on Max again, still asleep. I closed my eyes and imagined Blake and Nate at the pool. Their sweaty bodies grinding against mine, pinning me against a wall, using me to their pleasure. I turned again to check on Max, still out. But this time I stared at his arms, and his chest. I started eye fucking his happy trail that got thicker and darker the lower I got and wondered what was under there and if he too was hard. Right then I shot streams of cum onto myself.

“Ah, ah, ahhh,” I tried to quiet myself. I curled my toes and opened my mouth, then bit my lips and clenched my eyes shut, anything to stay quiet. I heard the rustling of nylon and I quickly looked over. Max had been facing me and had rolled the other direction. Fuck, I thought, did he see me?! Two more ropes of cum land on my chest and stomach before the orgasm subsides. I reach for my boxers in the bottom of the sleeping bag and wipe myself off hoping Max didn't see.

That day, Max and I hiked up to a lake that was almost completely surrounded by mountains. We scaled part of a waterfall and saw all sorts of wildlife. By the time we'd made it back to camp we had to of walked over fifteen miles. We were sweaty and exhausted. Max rolled a joint and proposed going down to the creek to rinse ourselves off. We snagged a bucket, some body wash and our towels and headed their.

About a third of a mile away, Max and I came upon the creek where it was quite private. We stripped down to our boxer briefs and paled water on each other to sud up the soap we lathered on ourselves. It was especially cold water and I nearly screamed when Max poured it down my back. I splashed him with some to get him back and he lurched at me. I tried to jump away but he grabbed my arms and spun me around. He grabbed my waist firmly with both hands and pulled me against his body. His warm skin was unmistakable against the cold beads of water on my back. Blood rushed to my cock. It was the first time we'd touched besides handshake or fist bump.

“No splashing,” he said quietly in my ear, still holding me tightly.

He wrapped an arm over my shoulder and across my chest and the other around my waist and against my stomach. I subtly lurched back against him, trying to grind my butt into his crotch to feel his bulge.

His grip tightened, “Okay??” he repeated.

“Okay okay!” I laughed as he opened his arms and I fell away.

It all happened so quickly that by the time I spun around he was back to washing himself off. Whatever I'd grown excited about suddenly was quickly over.

Back at camp, we dried off and changed before Max brought out a bag of magic mushrooms. I'd done shrooms back in college and had a blast so I was up to micro-dose with him. We crushed them up and ate a few before dinner. As we waited we small talked and got to know each other a bit more. When I found myself smiling uncontrollably at Max's stories that didn't merit smiles, we knew they were kicking in. We began to giggle and laugh and talk about outlandish things and ideas, asked each other existential questions about life and space, and laughed and laughed.

Again we began yawning and growing tired.

“I've gotta pee before getting into bed,” Max said.

“Yeah me too,” I followed Max a few yards from the campsite and stood beside him.

We began to both pee at the same time and stood silently beside each other before erupting into giggles again. Our laughs made our streams bounce and we laughed more. Max raised his hands and swayed his hips to spray his stream from side to side and I looked over for a peak. That's when I spotted in the dim light his thick, girthy 5” flaccid cock hanging from his waistband shooting a strong stream of warm piss onto the ground. My eyes were fixed on his thick cock. I wanted it.

“What're you looking at,” he teased.

“You have a nice cock,” I said casually.

“Thanks dude,” he said.

We continued giggling until our streams weakened. My cock had hardened since seeing Max's, and I tried to keep facing away from him as we made our way back to the tent, pitching a clear one in my pants. As we crawled into our sleeping bags Max asked out of the blue,

“Have you ever had sex on shrooms?”

I was almost shocked!

“No? Have you?? What's it like?” I asked.

Max began to tell me all about his ex girlfriend and how they would go to raves sometimes and do a couple of party drugs and have sex, sometimes in public. He talked about how good it felt and talked at great lengths about her features – which kinda killed me boner. He talked about he lips and her boobs and how he liked her to ride him, etc. Surely this isn't how he felt when I was telling him all about hooking up. I zoned out a little as he went on, thinking about his flaccid cock and how much I wanted to drop to my knees right there and open my mouth just to see what he'd do. I discreetly reached into my shorts and gripped my growing cock.

“I think I just miss cumming on her back the most, you know what I mean?” he said.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” I reply having not been listening closely.

“She would never let me finish inside her either, that sucked. Even with a condom! She'd either swallow it or get glazed, you know?" he reached over and playfully punched my arm that was gripping my hardening cock. The jolt he gave me made me stiff as a rock in a a second. Blood coursed through my body and into my dick. I suddenly wanted to test the waters.

“I love when guys finish inside me,” I say quietly.

There was a beat of silence. It continued and I thought he didn't hear me.

“Really?” he asked.

I let another beat go by.

“It feels so good,” I said, stroking my cock now from base to tip really slowly.

Neither of us spoke for a moment, but the nylon sound of my sleeping bag rising and falling with each stroke filled the tent.

“Are you jerking off??” he asked surprised.

“Hey! It must be the shrooms,” I laughed, “I'm sorry!” Knowing full well it was him I wanted now.

I heard his body move around within his sleeping bag before he threw the top open and lay there naked and exposed. I couldn't see more than my hand in front of my face it was so dark in the tent, but when I heard a quiet 'fap' of skin, I knew he was enticed.

“Are you too??” I asked in disbelief.

“Hey! You started it!” he teased.

Neither of us said a word after that, we just laid on our backs in the darkness and stroked our cocks beside each other.

He would let a grunt or a gasp escape his lips, and I would echo it a moment later.

The sensation was especially strong from the shrooms, I felt. My long, slow strokes up and down my shaft were amplified and it almost felt like my body was being stroked the way my cock was. I clenched my eyes shut and imagined Max's thick cock and what I would do to it if he'd only give me the chance. Then he grunted. I winced, and he grunted again in response.

“Ahh, mm, fuck,” he grunted.

“Mm, fuck, ahhh yeah,” I moaned.

We seemed to have a little back and forth going here.

“Grghh, ughh, grghhh fuckk,” he gasped.

“Ahh, yeahh fuck me,” I winced.

Our mutual 'fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap' seemed to synchronize.

He grunted again, “Grgh, grghh, fuck yeah.”

“Mm, yeah fuck me please,” I whine as I feel beads of sweat form on my forehead.

“Yeah just like that,” he grunts aggressively under his breath.

“Fuck yes, cum for me. Mm, please,” I wince.

He grunts louder and begins pumping his cock even faster than I am.

“Please, aghh, cum inside me.” I moan.

“Ohhh fuckkk I'm gonna cum!” He shouts!

“I'm cumming!” I whine.

I feel thick ropes of cum shoot from my cock and instantly feel a splash on my face. I hear a splash land beside me on the sleeping bag, then feel more land on my chest and stomach.

“Ohhhh, agggh, grgghhh, agh, ugh, grgh, fuck, ohhh fuck!” we moaned in near unison as we covered ourselves with our own cum. I heard the slippery sound of his fist still pumping his shaft now lubed with cum. I imagined how long and thick his hard cock is and imagined stroking the cum covered dick myself before swallowing it whole.

We laid there for what had to be five minutes, completely silent, slowly stroking our softening cocks as we panted and caught our breath. Between my cum and sweat I felt completely soaked.

“Holy shit,” he chuckled, breaking the long silence.

“I was thinking the same thing,” I laughed.

He rolled his body over and grabbed his t-shirt and began wiping himself up. I continued to slowly stroke my now slimy, limp cock and closed my eyes for a moment.

“Here,” he said, tossing the t-shirt at me and it landing partly on my face.

I silently rejoice that he tossed me his cum rag as I find a thick wet spot and bury it between my lips. I run my tongue over it and try to suck it dry, tasting his salty manliness.

I spread Max's cum all over my abdomen and chest as I wipe up my own cum.

Without anything else said, we both rolled over and fell asleep.

* * *

In the morning we wake up, neither of us having put on clothes...