Camping with Max

In the morning I wake up, neither of us having put on clothes. I reach and stretch my body and feel the tightness of the dried cum on my abdomen and chest. I gently run my fingers across my torso, slowly remembering what had happened the night before. Max and I at the creek, then the shrooms and the laughing. We were peeing at one point together, and I saw his cock! Then it all clicked. We jerked off beside each other! It was a little foggy, but I remembered going back and forth with him, and his aggression in his grunts, and when he nearly shouted he was cumming! A warm nervousness fell over my body wondering what was gonna happen today, if it would be weird or whatever. I rolled over to find Max still passed out, in his classic mouth wide open pose.

I grew hard thinking about what we'd done the night before. The more I thought about it the more I put together and recalled. He droned on about his ex and and I told him I liked when guys finished inside me, and the t-shirt, I remembered! I looked around and spotted the crumpled mass of cloth near the foot of Max's sleeping bag. Quietly, I sat and reached for it before lying back down and holding it over my face. It was still damp on some parts, and reeked of man sweat and cum. I buried my face in it as I began stroking my cock, using my precum as lube around the reddening mushroom tip. Wafting in the combination of Max and I's cum and imagining myself swallow his made me shoot in under a minute. Again, I cleaned myself up with his t-shirt, smearing more of him over me.

Max slept pretty late and it kept us from going on a big long hike again, but we were able to get in about ten miles. On our way, we jumped off of the trail a ways to smoke a joint and stumbled across a small, rocky pond about 30 feet in diameter with big boulders in and around it. We climbed on top of one of the bigger rocks and lit up.

“Soo, last night,” I finally brought up. We hadn't mentioned anything about it up until now, just casual small talk.

Max took a long draw from the joint and passed it to me without looking.

“What about it?” he asked.

I didn't know what to say, I guess I hadn't thought this far ahead when I had brought it up.

I chuckled nervously, “Well, um,” I too took a long draw to think of what to say, “I thought it was fun.”

I passed him the joint and he took it again without looking at me, “Glad you had fun.”

I got suddenly nervous. Did he not? Why was he being so short? I thought of a way to get out of it.

“I'd be up to do them again if you want too, shrooms I mean.”

He paused and took the last couple of hits from the joint before tucking it away in a plastic tube to extinguish it.

“Yeah I have some more if you want some,” he said finally making eye contact.

My heart skipped not knowing if he was referring to jerking off, like I was, or the actual shrooms.

“Cool,” is all I could think to say.

He pulled out his small plastic baggy of magic mushrooms and handed me a couple of caps and took a couple out for himself. We crushed them up in our palms and licked our palms cleaned, gagging a bit from the texture and taste. Washing it down with water from our camelback, we grabbed our sandwiches from our packs and ate lunch on a shady boulder beside the pond. When we finished, we shed our shirts and shoes to lay out on a couple smaller boulders surrounded by water, soaking up some sun. I tried to keep myself from staring at Max's body. I remembered not giving him two glances at Blake's pool, having my attention on Blake and Nate's bodies. But now, I stared at his thick arms and well sculpt pecs. His light, thin chest hair danced just a little as the breeze went over it. I watched a bead of sweat roll down the side of his slightly rounded belly. I stared at his shorts that he'd pulled up so his thick, upper thighs could get more sun. I was as hard as the boulder I was strewn across.

Feeling incredibly brave and uninhibited, maybe from the shrooms kicking in, I stood up and dropped my shorts to the ground, stepped out of them and tossed them aside and laid back down. The rock surface was smooth and cool on my bare skin. My stiff cock flopped up against me when I laid back down, reaching for my belly button.

“Whoa, there!” Max laughed as I laid back down.

I laughed, “Fuck it, man.”

Several minutes of silence passed, just enjoying the sun, before Max stood up.

“You're right, fuck it dude,” he said smiling as he dropped his shorts.

He too had grown rock hard and finally, I saw his erect cock in the light. His thick 8” shaft looked almost sculpted with its veins running from the base and disappearing just below the tip and hung at a near perfect ninety degree angle from his body. His head wasn't as bulbous as mine, but more arrowhead shaped, and his thick bush of pubic hair clearly hadn't been trimmed in months. His near kiwi-sized balls hung well below his cock and bounced as he laid himself back onto the rock. My mouth agape in disbelief and amazement, Max looked at me.

Noticing my face, he laughed.

“What is that face?”

I didn't know what to say.

“That, uh,” I stammered.

He giggled more and I began to giggle. I looked at him on the boulder beside me, not four feet away, stark naked and washed in sunlight with his hands behind his head and a giant grin on his face.

“You just, uh, I think, um,” I search for words.

“You like my cock?” he gripped it and flopped his hard member around. It smacked against his belly and he stroked his shaft a time or two.

Feeling somewhat relieved I didn't have to say it, “Uh, um, yeah,” I laugh nervously.

“Yeah, my ex sure liked it,” he said hedonistically.

He continued to flop his big cock around and slap it against his slightly pudgy tummy.

“Except she never could deep throat it,” he said matter of factly.

I licked my lips and wondered if this was an invitation to something. What I'd give to try to deep throat that cock.

“Can I try?” I asked shyly, glaring at him.

He looked my way and flashed that psychedelic grin of his.

“You can give it a shot, man.”

I couldn't believe it, I half expected him to laugh and brush it off as a joke! I waited a moment to make sure I heard what I heard.

“Really?” I asked in disbelief.

He fapped his cock around more, “Sure dude, just don't choke,” he chuckled.

Not wasting anytime I sat up and pushed myself off my boulder and onto his. We were so close to one another now, and naked. His cock looked even bigger up close too! I sat beside him and reached for his shaft. Wrapping my hands around the hot pulsing trunk, he shuddered and gasped. We looked at each other in a sort of approval before he closed his eyes and put his head back. I slowly dragged my hand from the base to the tip of his cock, trying to imagine this thing fitting inside of me. A few more long slow strokes to the top and I'd gotten a giant drop of pre cum to form on his piss slit. Being the cum whore that I am, I go in.

“Ohhhh, fuckkkkkk,” he groaned loudly as I wrap my lips around his head and lap up his escaping pre cum with my tongue.

“Mmmmmm,” I moan in pure bliss.

I bob on his head for a moment before pushing myself deeper. The tip of his dick rammed the back of my throat and I gagged and coughed, pulling off of him.

“Told you,” he said in a moan.

Pushing him back down my throat, I tried my best to swallow all eight throbbing inches of him. Numerous times I gagged and choked and would pull him out of my mouth. He'd gasp and groan each time I gagged and one time put his hand on the back of my neck and held my head deep on his cock. I gagged and lurched my body as he grunted and groaned.

“Fuckk yeah, swallow that dick bitch,” he moaned, his eyes still shut.

My eyes filled with tears and I continued to lurch and cough with about seven inches of him rammed down my throat. I find his hand on the back of my neck and grasp it with my right hand and with my left I push off from his abdomen, trying to get some air. I didn't know if he was going to let go or not!

“Fuck yes, Tim!” he shouted as he released my neck.

I shot upward and gasped for air like I'd been nearly suffocated. My eyes were clearly watery and my face was red when he opened his eyes and looked at me, realizing it had hurt me. I wiped my mouth and my eyes.

“Fuck man, I'm sorry,” he apologized, his eyes growing large.

“Damn man,” I panted and wiped the sweat from my forehead, a little perturbed.

“I just got carried away I guess, it felt so good,” he explained.

“I'm glad you had fun,” I said mocking him from earlier.

His thick, veiny cock stayed straight up in the air, pulsing with the blood coursing through it as his heart beat.

He gripped it and stroked it, looking at me while he did it.

“I'm sorry dude,” he apologized again.

A little put off by the experience, and lack of oxygen, my cock had gone mostly flaccid.

I stared back at him, “Lets go back to camp.”

We pulled our clothes on and headed back for the main trail that took us eventually back to our site. We laughed and giggled and talked aimlessly and innocently the whole way back as if nothing had happened at the pond besides lunch.

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When we returned to our site we noticed a small group had set up a site about twenty yards from our tent. Disappointing, I thought, but it was an open camping ground after all. That night, we still hadn't mentioned anything of what had happened, but it was all I could think about. For some reason I felt like I had done something wrong by choking on his cock and almost felt like I had to apologize to him. I wondered how he had felt about it all. Hell, I sure left him with a hell of a case of blue balls, I thought to myself.

It was warm that night, unlike the others. We opened up all of the walls of the tent that had screens on them to try to get air to flow through. Having what seemed to be a slightly awkward evening with not much conversation combined with coming down from the shrooms, my mind raced on what Max was thinking. Since we'd slept naked last night beside each other, and because it was so warm, I figured I'd do it again. I slid my boxer briefs to my ankles, feeling how my body was already sweaty from the warm night air, and kicked them off before rolling over to face away from Max and falling asleep.

I woke up abruptly, still on my left side. Max had slid his left arm underneath my neck and pinned it tight against my chest. His right arm had circled underneath my own right arm and had grasped my mouth shut.

“Mm? Mmm? Mmm!” I tried to yell and ask what he was doing.

“Stop, stop, shhh” he said as I struggled.

He pulled my body against his and I felt the hot flesh of his hard cock press firmly against my butt, I froze.

“Yeahhh, there we go,” he said quietly into my ear.

I stayed still, unsure. Was this really happening? Was this a good thing?? Was he going to hurt me??

“I know you want that,” he said, still clamping my mouth shut with his palm.

I didn't move.

“Don't you?” he asked quietly again in my ear.

Nothing.

“Don't you?!” he said at regular volume, kind of alarming me.

“Mmhmm!” I wince.

“Yeahhh you do. You want this big cock.” He began to slowly grind against my butt, which I had to admit as concerned as I was, felt amazing. His tip pushed my cheek to the slide and I felt it grind against my hole.

“Mm,” I moan involuntarily.

“Yeah see, you like that don't you bitch?” he continued to grind against me.

I closed my eyes when my concern grew to pleasure and began to revel in his cock sliding between my cheeks. I felt his tip find my hole at one point and it became saturated with his slimy warm pre cum.

I lurched my body back against his and he penetrated me. Just like that, his wet, cum covered tip slid inside of me.

“MMMMM!” I nearly squeal through his hand over my mouth.

“Shhhh! Shh, shh shh shh,” he whispered, “you'll give us away to our neighbors,” he warned.

I continued to wince as he held his cock in the entrance of my hole.

“You're okay. You're okay,” he assured me.

As hot as it felt, it was painful. He desperately needed lube for this big thing and I hadn't been fucked in weeks.

He began to push further in, making me squirm and writhe my body against him, sometimes just pushing him further in.

I fiercely whined through his hand and he finally understood.

He began to pull himself out of me.

“Lets get a little spit for that hole,” he said under his breath.

When his head popped from my hole, I shuddered and my hole clenched shut, cramping.

He took his hand from across my chest and spat onto it then I felt two wet fingers against my hole.

“Mm,” I winced as he pressed in circles around my hole.

“Mmmm, mm,” I moaned into his sweaty palm.

He raises his hand again to spit in it and wets my hole one last time before wrapping his arm back around my chest, pulling me into him. His tip penetrated my hole again, this time much more easily. I wince but lurch back onto him at the same time, shoving his cock another inch into me.

“Agghhhhhhhhh,” he gasped, sounding like he was in pure ecstasy.

He slowly drove the rest of his cock into me as I continued to wince and twist my body.

Tears filled my eyes again and I grew sweaty in an instant. His aggressive probing hurt me, but it felt so good and was so hot all at the same time. He began to pump back and forth into my hole, slowly at first and steadily increasing his pace over five or ten minutes. The entire time I wince and nearly cry into his hand that tightly keeps my mouth clenched shut. I didn't know if tears or sweat were running down the side of my face, but I knew I was soaked. He continued to pump and pump and pump into me, grunting and thrusting and plowing deep into me. After so long, I couldn't hardly take it anymore.

“Please, please,” I was moaning through his hand, but he couldn't hear me.

“Mmeease, mmmeease!” I cried quietly.

I shook my head abruptly. His hand moved and his grunting stopped but his pumping kept up.

“Uh – uh – uh – uh – pleaseee – please,” I panted between his thrusts.

“You like that bitch?” he asked, grabbing my chin and turning my head to face him part way.

“Mmhm, ugh – ugh – agh! - ugh – ugh,” I whined, still in some pain.

“You said you like when guys finish in you yeah?” he said.

I felt his pace increase and his pumps seemed to go an extra inch deeper inside me. My mouth fell wide open as if to let sound escape but I had nothing, he was fucking me speechless and soundless. 

I'd forgotten I told him that and that he always hated that his ex wouldn't let him finish inside of her.

“I'm gonna cum inside of you, you bitch,” he grunted.

“You want it?” he asked, pumping, pumping.

“Yes,” I winced.

“You want all my cum?” he asked again.

“Please, cum inside me,” I whisper, partially desperate for this to end.

“Please, please, please,” I wince with each of his final thrusts.

Then, completely ignoring that bit about giving us away to our neighbors, Max bellows out,

“OHHHH DUDE I'M CUMMING INSIDE YOU!!”

His volume scared me, especially right in my ear, but then I felt it.

It felt like my entire butt was filled with a thick, warm goo. As he thrust inside of me he shot ropes of his cum deep into my guts. He grunted with each thrust and rope of cum he shot into me.

“Grghh, grgghh grgh, ghrrgh grghhhhh!”

“Ahh, ahhh, ahhhh, fuck yes, ahhh,” is all I could get out as I felt my insides become flooded with his juice.

His thrusts began to slow down and I felt his head fall and rest against mine, our bodies were covered in sweat.

He panted as he very slowly continued to thrust inside of me. He came so much I thought I could feel it in my stomach! He held me as he caught his breath and I felt his cock slowly begin to weaken in my hole. He stayed clutching me until he was flaccid inside of my cum filled hole before he finally pulled out.

“Ah!” I gasped.

He pulled me in tighter with his arms wrapped around my torso and intertwined his legs with mine. I swear I felt a dribble of warmth spill from me and run down my cheek; I reveled knowing I'd been filled so full that I was leaking. One more day, I thought to myself. He held me as we continued to catch our breath, our chests rising and falling together, as we drifted off to sleep.