Camping with Max

“Wake up,” Max said from behind me.

I opened my eyes and immediately shut them as the bright morning sun stunned me.

“Ouch, what?” I said, my mouth dry from sleep and hands covering my eyes.

“Get up,” I heard Max say.

I rubbed my eyes as I began to roll onto my side away from his voice and an acute soreness in my hole shot across my back. I couldn't hardly react to it before it seemed liked the lights went off. I opened my eyes in wonder and saw a buck naked Max on his knees in front of my prone body blocking the sun rays, his thick, erect cock dangling in my face.

“Wake uppp,” he repeated.

I nervously chuckled, “Whoa!” before he gripped the back of my head and pulled it onto his cock. I had no choice but to open my mouth and throat and let his shaft barrel past my tonsils. If 'reek' didn't have such a negative connotation, I'd say he reeked of sweat and cum. My nose was forced into his thick bed of dark pubes that wafted of a sort of sex potpourri, I didn't hate it.

“MM! Mmm,” I winced and choked with his hands gripping my head for a long moment before he withdrew his cock from my throat with a deep gasp. I coughed and my eyes grew watery. Not a very peaceful way to wake up, I thought to myself.

“Breakfast!” Max smiled and pulled my head back onto his cock, this time not as forceful; he knew he had established his dominance with that first one.

As he stopped pressing my head deeper onto his cock, I began to work my tongue around his shaft. His warm skin tasted the way he smelled. It was like a sweaty sort of flesh taste mixed with sharp mouthfuls of semen, and after I'd licked some of that away, it just tasted like it had been inside me. I pulled him out of my mouth.

“I think we need to wash up,” I said, trying to get the point across.

“Oh no,” he pushed my head back onto his cock.

I winced and choked for a moment as he pumped into my mouth a few times before I pulled him out again.

“Please? The taste, it isn't...” I made a sour face.

He let go of my head, “Alright then.”

He shifted himself around on his knees and raised his fingers to his mouth.

“If I can't cum down your throat,” he spat a thick wad of saliva onto his fingers and slicked it around the top half of his shaft and tip, “I'll cum up your ass.”

I think I didn't say anything out of shock and maybe thinking he was kidding, or maybe because I knew he was serious and I wanted his cock inside of me again. Without another word, he knelt then laid himself behind me and I immediately felt his arrowhead- shaped tip try to probe my sore hole. I winced and quickly thought if this was going to hurt worse now that I'm sore, or if I'm 'broken in' now.

With a quick thrust and a mutual groan escaping from our lips, Max's head penetrated me.

“Mmmmm! Fuck!” I groan.

It did still hurt. I couldn't say it was worse, but I could be sure I wasn't broken in yet for him.

He slid himself only about five inches inside of me before withdrawing and very quickly beginning to pump himself in and out, in and out. With Max stretching my hole again, I began to wince and yelp audibly. Just like the night before he covered my mouth with his sweaty palm, muffling me.

It hurt! It hurt too bad like this. I had to stop him. I pulled his hand off of my mouth.

“Fuck, for real, ugh, please, ah, stop!”

He kept up, even quickening his pace.

“Max stop, ohh, st- oo- oo- oo- p!” I winced.

I think he could feel how my whole body was trying to pry itself from him and he understood that it was actually hurting me. He slowed and came to a stop.

“Get on top then,” he said as he pulled out of me, my hole sounding a subtle 'pop'.

I was hard as a rock, and knew I wanted him to fuck me. He rolled onto his back as I spat on my hand and stroked it up and down his shaft. Then I gripped just below his head and spat again, letting his tip get nice and wet. I positioned my feet on both sides of his body, facing him, and eased down onto him. My sore hole opened and quickly accepted his tip in this position, then the top of his shaft, then the middle, then the base.

“Agghhhhh!!” we both cried as all eight inches of him slid inside of me.

My mouth fell open and eyes nearly fell out. No more sound came from my agape lips. I felt his sweaty palms grip my waist as he held me there.

“Stay, stay, stay, right there, yeahhhh,” he sighed as the tip of his cock tickled my upper intestine.

I drew in my first gasp of air in what felt like minutes. He held me there, feeling impaled.

I lurched forward dropping to my knees and landing my hands on the tent floor just above his shoulders.

“Fuck yeah bro,” he grunted as his grip on my waist tightened and he began to gyrate his hips. As my hole spread and squeezed around his thick shaft, my own cock was pulsing. As my hips rotated over him, my hard floppy cock would bounce off of his belly and happy trail, both beaded in sweat. The unmistakable sound of smacking flesh penetrated our mesh tent walls and had to of echoed through the campsite. But that didn't stop us. He kept rotating his hips with his entire shaft inside of me, ramming my prostate. After several minutes, completely hands free, long milky ropes of cum shot from my long thin cock, splattering all across Max's chest and lightly furred belly.

“Fu- uu- uu- uu- ck!” I winced and quaked as I felt like my body drained itself onto his torso. My hole sucked and squeezed around the base of his shaft, clenching and contracting from the intensity of the orgasm.

“Ohhh, dude!” He grunted in surprise as he watched my warm ropes of cum land all over his body, “Ohhh, fuck now I'm cumming!” His grip tightened to where it hurt my waist, and for the first time like this, he thrusted himself into me. Lifting my body further from the ground, he rose and shot his load into me like the Bellagio fountains of Las Vegas. I know that my hole had to of still had his cum from last night too, and now this? I felt like I could taste his cum he shot so deep into my guts!

His body sank and collapsed back to the ground, both of us lying on each other, panting. Our sweat beaded and dripped from one body to the other in our own natural way to cool ourselves off, but with no avail. I laid there on top of him for a minute or two as we both regained our strength and breath. Our faces were as close as they'd ever been to each other, mine draped into his shoulder.

I sat up slightly so that I could see his eyes. We held a stare for a moment, and for the first time, I wanted to kiss Max. His strong eyes that looked so vulnerable as he panted for his breath, his mouth agape surrounded by his almost pudgy cheeks. I was just about to move in when he smiled and said, “Dude, you have no idea how good it feels to blow a fucking load inside you.” Not necessarily what I was hoping for, but I'll take it, I thought.

“Tell me about it,” I whisper before lowering my lips to his. The last thing I see before I close my eyes are his own eyes, widening like a deer in headlights. Just as our lips connect shock runs through my body picturing his eyes, worried about his reaction. His soft, thin lips pressed against mine and held there. I moved my lips against his in an invitation to move his against mine, but not much happened. He hardly kissed back, more of just pursing and moving his lips around. I pulled away from him and sat up. I felt his now semi-hard cock shift, still lodged in my hole.

“You okay?” I asked a little concerned.

He paused, clearly thinking of what exactly to say.

“Maybe we can stick with this,” he said with an irresistible smirk as he raised his hips again and pushed his semi-hard cock a bit deeper in me, surprising me and making me wince.

“Fine, for now,” I tease as I lift myself off of him, his limp cock flopping onto his belly. Small thin strings of cum streaked from my hole as I stood and winced.

“We need to clean up,” I laughed.

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We walked to the creek nearby with our towels and found ourselves alone again. We stripped to our boxer briefs before looking around and checking again for others, then pulled those to our ankles. The creek was just deep enough on one part to cover up to our waists, so we were partly concealed if others did pass by. We soaped ourselves up and I watched as Max ran the blue body wash over his mostly bare chest, under his thick and curved arms and down onto his belly, then below the water line and stroked his shaft and balls, washing himself. I grew hard under water as I watched him, envious of the soap suds.

“You like public stuff?” Max breaks the silence. I'd been to busy watching his hands soap himself to notice he'd been watching me.

“Do I what?” I asked and gulped.

He chuckled and looked around before walking towards me in the water.

“Turn around,” he ordered quietly.

“What??” I say, shocked. We could be caught, out here in the wide open!

“C'mon,” he shrugged and spun my shoulders around, facing me away from him.

I felt his left arm wrap around me then the tip of his already throbbing cock against my cheeks underwater. He struggled for a moment to get to my hole before ramming his tip inside of me. Water, obviously is not the best lubricant, so it wasn't the easiest for me either. Once he was in though, there was enough of his cum still inside of me to act as a sort of internal lube.

I winced his name repeatedly, and lurched around.

“Shhhh!” he ordered, grabbing my waist.

“C'mon, yeahhhh,” he groaned as he pushed deeper inside of me.

All I could do was wince and bite my lips as he plunged in and out of me underwater. Rhythmic splashes of water mimicked the echo of slapping flesh we'd made earlier that morning in the tent.

Within the minute he began to pant and almost whine.

“Oh, oh, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he repeated into my hear.

His arms clenched me tighter and pulled my the small of my back firmly against his rounded belly.

“Gggrghhhh! Grghh, ughh, ugh,” he panted as his third load of warm cum was forced deep into me.

“Agh!” is all I could manage to wince.

He quickly pulled out of me and began to wash himself again.

“Geez dude, your ass is like cake,” he laughed, “and you know I'm a fat kid at heart.”

I laughed too and warmly accepted the strange compliment as I waded myself downstream a few yard to squat near a couple of rocks on the edge of the creek. Max's last three loads slowly leaked from my still sore hole, and I must admit the feeling got my flaccid cock to a semi pretty quickly. I finished and waded back into the water to wash myself beside Max again.

Since we were leaving that evening, we decided to do just a short hike. Five or so miles took us just a couple of hours before we were back at camp and eating lunch – sandwiches of course. I'd strung up my hammock that I'd forgotten about deep in my pack and stripped my shirt off. Despite being underneath a canopy of trees, the sun's intensity really warmed up the stagnant air. I was resting my eyes when Max broke the long silence we'd shared over lunch.

“So when are we heading back?”

“Eh, I figured in a couple hours or so to beat some traffic, no real preference though” I replied, still resting my eyes.

A long silence followed.

“Is that okay with you?” I asked curious why he hadn't said anything.

“I guess.. It doesn't make sense but I almost kind of want to stay out here,” he said.

I opened my eyes, almost shocked. He wants to stay in the mountains??

“What do you mean?” I ask, shuffling around in the hammock to better see him sitting in a folding chair, looking at the ground.

“I dunno,” he shrugged, “just, this has been really nice, no it's been fucking great actually.”

I watched him smile at he ground before it fell to almost a frown, “And I guess, I'm just a little confused, and worried, about going back.”

I tried to think of something endearing to say.. but really couldn't.

“Well, uh... I mean.. if breeding me is what you like about being out here, that can happen back home too, ya know?” I said, trying for some levity I guess while being genuine.

He looked up at me, his brow wrinkled, “Breeding you?” he asked confused.

I laughed, “Yeah, breeding me. When a guy cums inside of another guy bareback it's called breeding,” I explained.

“Huh,” he said, learning something new, “well,” he stood up and slowly walked towards me. His fingers looped under his waistband and he pulled the front of his shorts down to tuck behind his long, drooping balls. His flaccid cock, which I hadn't seen before, laid limp but still had to be six and a half to seven inches long; he was clearly a shower, not a grower.

“Let me breed you again then before we go home,” he continued slowly.

A grin stretched from ear to ear across my face as I began to shuffle out of the hammock.

“Stay there,” he said, “take your shorts off.”

He looked around and checked the other campsite that had set up near us, all clear I assumed when his gaze returned to me pulling the shorts and boxer briefs from my ankles. The warm midday air wrapped around my naked body before being lifted by Max's hands. I'd spun to sit perpendicular in the hammock and he lifted my naked butt onto the side. The meshy, parachute-like nylon dug into my butt and back, but as he lifted my pale thighs over his shoulders, the pain eased and it lined my butt up perfectly with him as my upper body sank into the hammock. He stood beside the hammock fully clothed, my naked legs draped over him as he prodded my cheeks with his hardening cock. I felt electrified from the power dynamic of him remaining clothed and me completely nude, helpless, vulnerable. In my position, my cock rammed itself into my stomach as it stiffened.

He looked towards my hole and pursed his lips as a thick, white wad of spit dropped right onto his thick shaft with a splat. His hands moved from my thighs to my cheeks, spreading them for his throbbing cock. I felt his tip find my hole and prod again, teasing me.

“Mm!” he grunted as he thrust forward, breaking through my warm, fleshy wall.

A piercing shock went from my hole and up my spine and I involuntarily yelled in pleasure.

“AGH!”

Max chuckled and looked around again making sure no one was around.

“Careful tiger,” he smiled, “don't give us away.”

I tried to laugh but the waves of pleasure were too great.

“T- t- tiger?” I moaned as my eyelids collapsed.

He withdrew his cock all the way, my hole clenching onto itself, spasming. I winced loudly.

“Bitch then?” he teased as he thrust back inside of me, impaling my hole.

“Aggghh!” I yelled again, leaving my mouth agape. This position had him hitting all kinds of glorious spots inside of me. My body tensed and seized and sweat, my hands lie helplessly beside me as Max plowed into me like I was a human-sized Fleshlight. The hammock swayed and rocked as he withdrew and pushed himself back inside of me and he began to mimic it's back and forth swing, countering each swing towards him with a deep thrust into me.

“Agh agh agh agh agh!” I couldn't help but moan loudly and clench my eyes and fists shut.

“Shut the fuck up!” he whispered loudly in my face. He paused his thrusting for a moment and just as I opened my eyes I saw him stuffing my worn boxer briefs into my mouth. “You need to be quiet,” he ordered.

“MM! Mm, mmhmm,” I moaned, first in surprise then in approval.

He withdrew again and pummeled his thick shaft into me, making me yell into the smooth cool fabric, moist with sweat.

He clearly got a big kick out of shoving those into my mouth, because once he did, his composure became increasingly dominant. Ample sweat beads formed on his forehead as he relentless thrust his body into me, a couple drops falling onto my body, itself becoming beaded in sweat.

“Fuck yeah bitch, take that dick,” he ordered, “take it!” he rammed into me hard.

I continued to loudly wince and whine, muffled by my gag.

As the hammock swayed against thrusts, my cock flopped back and forth repeatedly smacking my stomach over and over. This combined with his aggressive probing and ramming of my prostate made me cum, again, handsfree. My body had contorted and twisted during the rough fucking and I was angled in the hammock so that when I came, I shot entirely onto my own face and neck. Three, four, five ropes of thick white cum shot onto to my face. I closed my eyes just before I felt my eye socket fill with cum, then my nostril, then a rope onto my forehead and my hair. I'd just given myself the biggest facial of my life.

“MMMMM! MMM! MMM!!” I cried into my gag. My body jerked and shuddered in euphoria and I could feel my hole tightening around Max's probing shaft too, all eight inches of him inside of me.

“Oooohh yeahhh Tim!” I heard Max groan. I presumed he was watching me glaze myself with my own cum. His grip tightened and his thrusts quickened in pace and became shorter. He gasped and panted as he ruthlessly destroyed my hole for one long final moment before pushing himself as deep as he could into my guts again.

“FUUUUUCK!!!” he exclaimed as his body lurched and jumped. I felt his cock so deep within me flex and pulse and tense itself as he unleashed a flood of semen into me again.

My eyes still closed, covered in my cum, I felt his body jump and convulse on top of me. He continued to gasp and groan, “Ohhh my god, fuck dude, fuckkkk.” He slowly thrust himself in and out of my hole, painting the walls of my insides with his warm, thick semen. I feel the boxer briefs in my mouth pulled out and my face wiped off. I reached for the cloth and our hands met, holding the other for a moment. He let go and I cleaned my face off enough to open my eyes.

“Holy shit,” I panted and smiled.

He laughed, still slowly pushing and pulling himself from my hole, sliding ever so slick from all of his cum. “Yeah holy shit,” he teased, “how was that for a breeding?”

“Best I've ever had,” I tell him.

“You sure we have to go home?” he joked.

I laughed, my hole tightened around his cock, now mostly soft but still inside of me.

“Yes, but you can do the same thing back home, I promise.” I said and we held a glance for a moment before he pulled himself out of me, making me wince.

“Should we go wash up again?” he asked, pulling his waistband up over his junk and suddenly being fully clothed as normal again.

“Nah,” I smirked, “I'm keeping all of you inside me for the ride home.”

* * *

Max and I remain really close friends that lustfully fuck each other and I am aching to plan another camping trip. I told him I'd like to bring Nate and Blake along next time to see if he could talk them into fucking me also. The three of them could tag team me and just use me for the entire weekend. Fingers crossed.