Over the next few days, I began feeling more and more embarrassed about cumming so quickly. I was also feeling both dread and intrigue about when I felt Tom’s finger touch the spot no one but me has ever touched since I was out of diapers. Would that have been another embarrassing moment? Part of me was hoping Tom wouldn’t ever call me. The other part was wondering if he would. He hadn’t seemed bothered by what had happened. He had asked for my number. Maybe I was overthinking this.
A couple days later, I noticed I had a missed call. It was from Tom. Great, I wondered if he thought I might be ghosting him. I checked my voicemail, “Hey Erick, it’s Tom. I guess you’re busy. I was wondering what you’re up to this weekend. Give me a call. Bye.” My stomach began swimming in butterflies. What do I do? Should I call him back? How can I look him in the eye again after embarrassing myself? Would he attempt to stick his finger in me? I decided to think about whether to return his call.
I was in my bedroom lying on my bed and recalled how Tom had played with my ass. I began to smile. It felt nice. Then I thought about the feel of his meaty buns. I wondered how it would feel to lay on top of him and rub my cock between them. My stiff cock was now tenting my shorts. I got off the bed and closed my bedroom door, then slid out of my shorts. I climbed back on my bed in my black Hanes briefs. I rubbed my stiff cock through the cotton and soon a wet spot appeared. I decided to slide out of my briefs, and I was soon stroking my weeping cock while recalling Tom’s wet mouth bobbing on it. I reached beneath me with my other hand and imagined it was Tom playing with my ass. Then I got curious. I wet my fingers and lifted my legs up, so my feet were flat on the bed with my legs spread. I rubbed my wet middle finger on my anus, and a tingle ran up my spine. Precum began oozing out of my cock, slicking my cock and the hand stroking it. This gave me an idea, and I swiped a drop of the precum with that finger and returned it to my anus. It felt weird and I got daring and pushed my finger inside. I gasped! More precum flooded from my cock. I pretended it was Tom’s finger and began moving it in and out in rhythm to stroking my cock. I was amazed at how it felt. I began pushing my finger in deeper until it was going as deep as it could, then suddenly, what felt like an electric shock went from a spot inside me up my spine to my brain. Then my cock began sending ropes of cum into the air and then showering down on my chest and abs. Holy fuck! What the fuck was that? Then my ringtone sounded. My hands were a mess, so I left it go to voicemail. I daringly licked the cum from my fingers then, recalling what Tom had done, I used my briefs to wipe up the rest of my cum. Out of curiosity, I then sniffed the damp briefs before depositing them on the floor. I got up from my bed and went to my door and opened it a crack. Hearing no one, I walked to the bathroom and stepped into the shower.
As I returned to my bedroom wrapped in a towel, I began looking through my clothes to decide what I wanted to wear. That’s when I remembered the call. I walked over and picked up my phone. Another message from Tom. Fuck! I played the message, “Hey Erick. It’s me again, Tom. I hope everything is ok. I left you a voicemail yesterday and you never called me back. I wish you would. I’d like to hear from you. Bye.” Fuck me! I’m sure he thinks I’m ghosting him now. What should I do? Should I ignore him? Fuck no! What the fuck am I thinking. I need to call him back. I DO want to see him again. I brought up his number and hit, SEND. He picked up right away, “Hey Erick. I’m glad you called me back.” I said, “Yeah, I was busy yesterday when you called and then I forgot to call you back. I know that sounds like it wasn’t important to me, but it was. I’m just an idiot and forgot. When you called today, I was in the shower.” Fuck, I’m such a liar, and a coward. Tom said, “Hey, it’s ok. Don’t beat yourself up over it. So, what are you doing Friday night?” I replied, “I don’t have any plans at the moment. What do you have in mind?” Tom asked, “Do you like camping? I have a tent and some camping supplies. My uncle owns some land with a creek and a pond surrounded by woods where we could camp. If you like it, we could stay over the next night, too.” I thought about it, then said, “Maybe just Friday night.” Tom said, “Sure. Like I said, a second night would be completely up to you. No pressure. We could even do something else Saturday night if you want.” No pressure. I said, “Ok. Count me in. What do I need to bring?” He told me to bring a change of clothes, maybe a flashlight, and toiletries. He would bring everything else, including food and water. I was both excited and anxious, maybe paranoid fits too, as I arranged to meet him on a corner two blocks from my house.
Friday morning, I rechecked that I had packed everything I needed, then went into the bathroom to clean inside and out. At eleven Friday morning, I put my sleeping bag in Tom’s trunk and my bag behind my seat, then climbed into the passenger seat. It was an hour and a half drive to his uncle’s property. Tom told me there were no buildings on the property and barely any roadway. We turned off onto a dirt road which was blocked by a chain with a sign that said, Private Property, No Trespassing. Tom stopped, got a key from the glove compartment, then got out of the car and unlocked the chain. He got back in the car and pulled past where the chain had been, then stopped. As he began to get out of the car again, I said, “I’ll put the chain back if you want.” Tom smiled and said, “Thanks, Erick.” After reinstalling the chain, we drove down the road which had weeds growing up in the center. Tom weaved his way around them and mumbled something about forgetting the weed spray. We drove for several minutes and the road was looking more and more like a dirt path, then it ended in a spot that had barely enough room for Tom to turn around. He said, “We have to walk from here.” We got out, and Tom handed me two LED lanterns and then pulled out a cooler with wheels at one end. He grabbed a large bag containing the tent and some other gear and we walked down a path with me pulling the cooler behind me. After about fifty feet, the woods opened up to a grassy field. At the bottom of the field was a large pond fed by a steam. Tom said, “We’ll set up on that flat area there.” He pointed at a spot about halfway down the slope. As we approached it, I could tell it had been used before and seemed like it had been leveled for that purpose. We set up the tent first and it only took about ten minutes. We then walked back to the car to retrieve other things. After the next trip, we had everything we needed. We put our sleeping bags and other bags inside the tent, then set up the chairs and other things. By the time we were set up, we were both sweating like pigs. Tom said, “Let’s go down to the pond.” He didn’t wait for a reply as he ran down the grassy slope. I shrugged to myself and followed after him. I watched as he took his shoes and socks off, then his T-shirt. When he began dropping his shorts, I said, “I didn’t bring a suit.” Tom grinned and said, “Me neither”, then slipped out of his briefs. He looked at me and asked, “What are you waiting for?” I shrugged and shed my clothes and soon we were splashing around in the pond. The bottom was mostly mud but there were some plants visible as the water was very clear. Tom dove underwater and came to the surface standing directly in front of me. We looked into each other’s eyes, then leaned into each other and kissed. Soon, our stiffening cocks were playing swords as we pressed together while making out. After several minutes, Tom said, “Let head back to the tent.” He took my hand and we walked back up to the tent with our cocks pointing the way. We grabbed our clothes and shoes as we did. By the time we reached the tent, we were mostly dried with the exception of our damp hair.
We entered the tent and tossed our clothes to the side, then Tom had me lie down on his sleeping bag. He climbed over me in a sixty-nine position, and soon we were sucking each other’s stiff cocks. I was so glad I had returned Tom’s call. As we bobbed on each other’s cocks, Tom lifted my knees up and pushed my feet apart. I was a little apprehensive, knowing where this might lead, but I also recalled what it had felt like when I had fingered my own hole. I began playing with Tom’s buns also. Then Tom pulled off my cock long enough to wet his fingers. He resumed sucking my cock and then I felt the wet finger tracing rings around my anus before pressing inside. I let out a soft moan involuntarily as he began working his finger inside me. I’m sure I was flooding his mouth with precum. I pulled my mouth off Tom’s cock long enough to wet my own fingers, then took his cock back into my mouth. I felt as well as heard Tom moan as I penetrated him with my own finger. It got me even more aroused knowing I was pleasuring him too. There was also the reward of a copious amount of precum as I began sliding my finger in and out of his tight warm moist hole. Tom added a second finger and went even deeper, and I let out the strangest whining sound I’ve ever heard escape from my mouth when he hit that spot inside me. He began hitting it almost every time. I was losing focus and then lost it completely as I began flooding Tom’s mouth with my seed. I must have stopped moving my lips up and down his cock. Tom began fucking my mouth as my chest began heaving as my climax began to ebb. Tom suddenly pulled his cock from my mouth and flipped back around. He climbed over me and began kissing me, and I could taste my own cum as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. When he broke the kiss, he lifted his head and smiled down at me. Then his face grew a worried look, “What’s wrong?” I replied, “I didn’t get you off. I’m sorry. Let me finish you.” Tom smiled and said, “That’s ok. Next time.” I shook my head, then rolled us over so that I was on top, then said, “No. I insist.” I moved down and took his cock back in my mouth and began bobbing away as I licked around his shaft. I pushed his legs up and reinserted my finger, then decided to add another. I was pushing them as deep as I could while trying to find that spot inside him. Then I hit it and Tom moaned loudly, “Ohhhh, fuuuuck yes. There, Erick.” I continued, adding a third finger and then used my other hand to play with his balls as he continued to moan and encourage me. Then I felt his cock swell just before a wad of his warm seed shot into my mouth, followed by more. I swallowed as he filled my mouth with his creamy cum. When he had finished, I slowly pulled my mouth from his cock making sure to get every drop as I kept my lips closed tightly around him until his cock slipped free. When I looked up at him, Tom had the cutest look of contentment on his face. I moved up and we kissed once more, this time, I was sharing Tom’s cum with him. After a while, I broke our kiss and then gave him kisses on his jaw and the nape of his neck before resting my head on his shoulder. Tom said, “Thank you. That felt really good.” I replied, “You’re welcome, but I enjoyed doing it. I mean, I loved what you did for me, but I think it feels just as good giving you pleasure too.” Tom said, “I couldn’t agree more.” I rolled off of him onto my back, and we laid side by side for a while. I was really glad I had agreed to come camping with him.
Eventually, we got dressed and went into the woods to collect wood for a fire to make dinner. As we were eating, Tom asked, “So, it seemed like you were enjoying the fingering I was giving you.” I grinned, “Yes, I did. I was a little concerned at first, but it felt pretty good, especially when you were hitting that spot in there.” Tom smiled, “Yeah, your prostate. That’s a guy’s G-spot.” I said, “Yeah, it took me for a ride.” Tom then asked, “Do you think you might be ready for fucking?” That was something that I was afraid would come up. I said, “I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I think it would hurt like hell, don’t you?” Tom smiled and said, “It does at first. Not as much if you’re prepared, like fingering first.” I asked, “You’ve tried it already?” Tom said, “Not with a real guy or anything. I went into my older sister’s room one day looking for a pen. When I went to her nightstand, I noticed there was something under her pillow. Turns out it was a vibrator shaped like a cock. It wasn’t as big, but it seemed like it at the time. I put it back and tried to get the thought of my sister doing something with it out of my head. Anyway, about a month later after I had watched some gay porn on my phone, I had an idea. I had the house to myself, so I went into my sister’s room and found the vibrator and took it into my room. I found a jar of Vaseline in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and gave it a try. At first it burned from stretching, but after I got used to it, it felt really good, especially when I hit my prostate.” If you’re not ready to try it though, maybe, if you want to, you could fuck me. I did bring some condoms and a tube of lube. It’s up to you though.” I said, “Let me think about it.” Tom smiled and said, “Fair enough.”
After we ate, we searched for more wood for later that night, then we went back down to the pond for another swim. This time we left our clothes on our chairs by the tent. We swam and horsed around for a while. At one point, I came up behind Tom to try to dunk him, but as I reached around to grab him, my cock wedged between his firm buns. He pushed back into me as my semi-hard cock instantly became rock hard. Tom began moving up and down and my cock slid up and down between his buns. Tom said, “That feels so fuckin’ good.” I replied breathily, “Yeah, it does.” Tom suggested, “Let’s go up to the tent.”
As soon as we entered the tent, Tom dropped down on his sleeping bag on his stomach. He said, “Do that some more. Slide your cock between my ass cheeks.” I climbed on top of him and began sliding my cock up and down between his buns. It felt good and my precum began slicking it up. It felt so good, I soon felt like I was about to cum. I quickly rolled off of him. Tom asked, “What’s wrong?” I said, “I was about to cum.” Tom rolled over and grinned at me. His own cock was rigid with a clear drop of precum at the tip. He asked, “Can I try it on you?” I replied, “Ok” then laid face down on my own sleeping bag. As Tom climbed on top of me, he said, “You really have a nice ass, Erick.” I felt my face getting hot as I said, “Thanks. I’ve been wanting to tell you, so do you.” He said, “Thanks” as he climbed on top of me and began sliding his hot cock between my buns. He was right, it really felt good. I began to wonder what it would feel like inside me. Tom’s cock was soon sliding smoothly in the slick from his precum. It really felt sooo good. Suddenly, Tom rolled off me, “Fuck, that just feels too good. I was getting ready to cum too. So, have you decided?” I asked, “About what?” Tom said, “Do you want to try fucking me?” I replied, “Yes, but if it feels anything like we just did, I’m not going to last very long.” Tom laughed and said, “I know, right. It’s ok. I’ll understand.”
Tom reached into his bag and pulled out a pack of condoms and a tube of lube. He had me finger him for a bit, which was good because it gave me a little time to calm down. After I had fingered him with three fingers for a bit, Tom said, “Ok, I think I’m ready.” He rolled over and opened the condom, then rolled it over my cock. As I applied the lube, Tom rolled over onto his hands and knees. I moved behind him and lined up to the tiny target. As I pushed against it, I said, “It’s too tight.” He said, “It’s ok. Just push.” I did, and he also pushed back into me. Suddenly, the head of my cock slid inside him. Tom cried out, “Oh! Hold up!” I didn’t know what to do, “Sorry. Should I pull back out.” Tom quickly replied, “No! Just give me a minute.” Tom’s shout when I had penetrated him scared me, and I had begun to lose my erection, but the heat and tightness changed that very quickly. After a minute, Tom said, “Ok, give me more but slowly.” I pushed in another inch, and when Tom didn’t cry out or flinch, I pushed in even further. Soon, I had my cock buried in him balls deep. I asked, “Are you ok? Tom nodded, then said, “Yeah. Go ahead and fuck me, but slow at first.” I pulled back and then slid back in, slowly. He felt so warm and tight. I was loving this. Tom said, “You can move faster if you want.” That was all I needed to hear as I began to increase my pace. As I did, Tom began panting. His head tilted back. In between the pants continuing from his open mouth, Tom said, “Fuck, yes! Fuck me! Uh! Oh, yes, fuck, fuck me! Harder!” I began slamming into him. I knew I wouldn’t last long at this pace, but this was hot as fuck. Seeing my cock disappear into that ass as I bounced off it, seeing Tom’s facial expressions of sheer lust as I fucked him. I reached around his waist and found his steely shaft oozing precum. As soon as I touched it, Tom cried out, “Oh, fuck!” His cum began shooting across the sleeping bag. That was it. I grunted and slammed into him as deep as I could, then began filling the condom with my own seed. I followed Tom down as he collapsed onto the sleeping bag and onto his own cum. As we were catching our breath, Tom said, “That was so, so fucking awesome. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much and so hard in my life. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.” I chuckled as I lay on top of his back, then said, “I feel the same. That was the best. Thank you, Tom. That was the best experience I’ve ever had.” Tom turned his head toward me, “No, thank YOU, Erick” then we kissed. I broke the kiss so I could pull out and remove the condom before I went completely soft and risk it coming off embarrassingly. After disposing of the condom, we cuddled for a bit before grabbing Tom’s soap and heading down to the creek at the other end of the pond to clean up. Tom said, “I use this soap when I camp up here because it’s environmentally friendly and won’t harm fish or wildlife.” I smiled, “That’s very conscientious of you.” After cleaning up, we went back to the tent and go dressed, then Tom grabbed each of us a beer and we sat in our chairs and talked about everything and nothing at all. Eventually, the conversation came back around to sex. I asked Tom, “So, when I first slipped inside you, I was afraid I had hurt you, I mean permanently.” Tom smiled, “You’re definitely bigger than my sister’s vibrator. It burned, but after I relaxed, the pain began to subside and when you began moving inside me, it started feeling really good. You kept hitting my prostate and I was in heaven. Fuck, my brain turned into a mass of fireworks and nirvana. It was fire.” I saw how his eyes lit up as he was describing it. I asked, “So, you’d do it again?” Tom grinned, “Fucking right I would!” I said, “Maybe I should give it a try.” Tom smiled at me, “You should. I’ll be really gentle if you want to give it a try.” I thought it’s now or never. If I decide now, I might never take the plunge. I said, “Ok.” Tom asked, “Ok, you’ll let me know, or ok, you want to try it?” I replied, "I want to try it.”
We finished our beer and went into the tent. We took turns removing each other’s clothes and were both hard as iron by the time we were naked. Tom had me lie down on my sleeping bag on my back with my feet flat and my legs spread. He then began rubbing lube around my anus and eventually worked a finger into me. He worked it around gently and it felt good. He added a second finger and he began working them inside me, stretching me, preparing me. He was being slow and methodically worked them around before adding a third. Tom asked, “Are you doing ok? I have four fingers inside you now.” “Four”, I asked in surprise!? He smiled, then asked, “Ready for the real thing?” I said, “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Tom wiped his hands on a paper towel then slid a pillow under my lower back. He then rolled on a condom and lubed it up before lifting my legs and sliding his cock between my buns. It felt really good and I was ready, or so I thought. I felt him pushing into me, then sudden pain as the head of his cock pressed inside me. It felt like he had ripped me in half. Tom said, “Breathe, Erick. Relax.” Tom waited as I began panting and then slowly began breathing normally again as the pain turned into a dull ache. Tom asked, “You ok?” I said, “Yeah, I guess you were right. The pain is easing. You can go further.” I had my hands on Tom’s thighs so I could stop him if I needed to, but he entered so slowly that I didn’t need to. Suddenly, I felt Tom pressing his pubes into me. He said, “I’m all the way in, Erick. How do you feel.” I smiled as I replied, “Full.” Tom chuckled then backed out just a little before pushing back inside me. He did that for a bit, then began moving further out before sliding back in. Then he hit it! Fuck, I saw stars. My cock throbbed and began leaking precum profusely. I began to make moaning sounds involuntarily. Tom asked, “Are you doing ok, Erick.” I moaned, “Yes. Don’t stop. Keep doing it. Fuck me, Tom. Fuck me. Oh, yes, fuck me.” Tom smiled and increased his rhythm. My mouth had dropped open, and I was making noises in rhythm to his strokes, “Ha, ha, ha, ha…” I reached for my cock, but Tom stopped me, “No, not yet!” It felt like my cock would explode at any moment, “I need to cum”, I whined. Tom increased his pace even more and I felt like I was literally coming undone as he was slapping into me hard and I was begging for more. Then it hit me in my mouth. Then my chin as I began cumming untouched. Tom encouraged, “Yeah, cum for me, Erick. That’s so fucking hot! Fuck! I’m about to cum too! Fuck! Take me!” I could feel the swelling inside me as Tom filled the condom. He collapsed down onto me as he caught his breath. I was still trying to catch my own. Eventually, Tom pulled out and got rid of the condom, then we kissed before Tom laid down beside me. He asked, “How was it?” I laughed, then said, “Amazing. I now know why you described it as reaching nirvana. You had me losing my mind with what you were doing. Is it too late to agree to a second night?” Tom laughed, then said, “Of course not. I’m really glad you want to. We’ll have to run to the store for more food and ice though.” We then got cleaned up, dressed, then left the tent. It was getting dark, so we built a fire and pulled our chairs near it. There was a whole area around the fire, but our chairs were against each other as were we, holding hands and kissing periodically. We drank a beer and talked about everything and nothing at all. We became comfortable in our own little bubble of self-exploration but also in the exploration to know everything about each other without having to hold back. For the first time in my life, I was able to share everything about me without feel guilty or afraid of what the person I was telling may think. I felt free to be me for the first time in my life.
I woke up the following morning with Tom’s hair in my eyes and his scent in my nostrils. I smiled. Tom pushed back against me, saying, “I can feel you sniffing me. Do I stink?” I snorted, then laughed, “No, I was just enjoying your scent. It does things to me.” Tom giggled and said, “Yeah, I can feel that thing.” My face grew hot as I knew what he was talking about. My morning wood was pressed tightly between his buns. Even though we were both a little sore from the previous day, we spent most of the following day fucking each other’s brains out. Yes, there was sometimes foreplay beforehand, sucking and fingering, but it always ended with one of us fucking the other, or sometimes flip flopping.
After that, we started spending at least one day out of the weekend seeing each other. There were also a couple more camping trips. At the end of Summer, I left for college. We tried to keep in contact, and I would look him up whenever I was home for the first year. You know how it is; you call each other a few times a week, then it turns into every other week, then maybe once a month, then you find someone else and you find yourself losing touch with them altogether.
Well, that’s not what happened. Although I did have some hookups while at college, none of them ever was, well, Tom. I continued to look him up every time I was home. We still chatted often, and when I graduated, he was there, with my parents and his. I got an offer for a great job on the west coast. I was both elated and afraid. I didn’t want to leave him behind, but I was afraid of his reply if I asked him to go with me. My stomach was doing flipflops on the day I told him, and to make things worse, I saw tears in his eyes, then I dropped to one knee and pulled a cheap (Yeah, I just graduated from college. I’m broke.) ring from my pocket and asked Tom, “Will you marry me?”
Well, we married and moved out to L.A. My job paid well, but Tom insisted on working too. We’re now looking forward to an early retirement and then traveling the world. Who would have thought that my first would also be my last, but forty years after our marriage, the love carries on.
The end.
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