I could not wait to get to the campsite and get the tent set up. It had been years since Tom and I had spent any time together, you know just two buddies hanging out. The difference this time is that over the years, I had begun to entertain the idea of having male friends as possible friends with benefits.
You see I had developed a desire to try to bring a guy to orgasm with my hand and mouth and had almost become obsessed with the idea. I had never acted on this urge, but have jerked off reading stories about it and watching bi and gay oral porn. So when Tom suggested we get together for a guys camping weekend, I immediately accepted with one major thought in my head.
Could this be the chance I was waiting for? Who better to try this with than a life long friend? We are both in long term marriages and so I thought, he most likely is safe and may not get all the sexual release he would like either? This could be the weekend to try to make something happen and realize my bi oral desire instead of just jerking off thinking about it.
We arrive at the campsite on a hot sticky evening and Tom and I immediately get to work getting the site set up so we can relax for the evening. I can't help but notice that Tom is wearing white underwear as he is bent over pounding some tent pegs into the ground. An old memory of his morning woody come's flooding back. I remembered back when we were roommates years ago, seeing him in his white jockey briefs with a morning woody as he heads to the bathroom.
I know it is going to be tough keeping focused, so I tell myself I have to be careful. I do not want to screw up a strong and meaningful long term friendship.
With the tent set up, we start placing our gear into it. Tom is well prepared with a double blow up mattress. Tom offers to share it, suggesting I may not otherwise get a good sleep as all I have brought is a foam and bubble pad. Little did Tom know that being that close to him, is going to keep me awake anyhow. Knowing I like the idea of being so close to him, I quickly agree that sharing will be fine.
After finishing setting everything up, we make our supper and have a few beers around the campfire. When mosquitoes start to come out, we decide it is time to put the fire out and take refuge in the tent. It is a hot sticky night and so we both decide it is best we sleep in our underwear, so not to sweat in our sleeping bags. I am getting excited at the thought of once again getting to see Tom in a semi dressed state.
I am surprised and somewhat aroused to see what underwear he is wearing. It is a very sexy white brief that I thought I had seen on a website which caters to guys. The white bikini style nicely enhances his cock and balls, lifting them and pushing them to the front, creating a nice bulge. I can easily see his cock outlined by the light from the moon that is shining in the front of the tent.
I take a deep breath as my heart starts pounding. I think this is a big opportunity to make a comment about his underwear. This would make him aware that I was checking him out and had noticed his briefs. I also hope he might let on a bit about where he got the underwear from? Who knows where that could lead us?
I muster up the courage and say, "Hey man cool underwear. I bet those got your wife's attention." Tom looks at me and smiles and says, "That is why I bought them. I thought they might spice things up a bit after so many years of our same marital bedroom routine."
Seeing an opportunity to keep the conversation moving towards sex, I ask Tom, "So did you get her attention wearing them?" His reply was telling as he answers, "No, unfortunately it didn't seem to be noticed. At least I'm glad someone noticed them and my money wasn't completely wasted."
I laugh and say I agree. I then tell him I think the underwear looks good on him and jokingly tell him he probably bought them to make his package look bigger than it is. Tom laughs at this and tells me my white jockeys look ok but probably make me look smaller. Tom goes on to tell me he likes his underwear because they are comfortable and the material doesn't get all damp like his cotton underwear, making them particularly comfortable in hot sticky weather.
Trying to drop another hint, I reply in a joking manner, "Oh so there was a practical reason for wearing sexy underwear with me around. Here I thought you were just trying to get my attention!"
I feel my cock stir when Tom replies, "Who knows maybe subconsciously I am. Did it work?"
I quickly respond, "Yah I guess it did". We both laugh this one off, but I think I can feel some sexual tension starting to build.
I want to keep this conversation going so I say I might want to get a pair for myself and ask him, "Where did you get the underwear anyway?" I believe I already know the answer but I am hoping he'll open up a bit more. Tom looks at me and says he got them off a website when he was up late and says rather sheepishly, "You're married, you must look at porn sites to get extra relief once in awhile, right?" I admit to Tom that I do, by replying, " What guy doesn't, right?"
I think I can see his bulging outline growing a bit, but aren't certain. My mind is racing when Tom says, "Time to call it a night. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow." Unfortunately, this brief exchange has only served to get my mind running. Tom sounds like he could be sexually frustrated like I am with my current marital sexual activity level. We are planning a pretty grueling hike the next day so I reluctantly agree to call it a night, letting the promising conversation end.
We settle in on the mattress and it is just too hot to cover up. It is driving me nuts that inches away from me is a guy that I would love to be my first male companion experience. All I can think about is his outlined package and how much I would love to feel it, smell it, rub it, squeeze it, lick it and suck on it.
I have a raging hard on and my mouth is dry. I can not bring myself to do anything. My heart is beating so hard I think Tom must be able to hear it. I can't be breathing right either. After at least an hour of laying there, I get the guts to roll over and face Tom, even though I'm rock hard.
Tom is laying on his back. I can see his outlined bulge in the moonlight. Has it grown, or is it just my horny imagination? I swallow hard and work to control my breathing as I start contemplating reaching out and touching his nicely packed briefs. I finally muster up the courage not knowing for sure whether he is awake or asleep.
My head is telling me he is going to be ok with this because he is wearing those underwear from that website. He must be open to some release from a buddy? My cock is telling me to get on with it, this is what you fantasize about. This is what you want to do, you want to suck his cock, just do it, you might not get another chance!
I finally reach out and cup my hand under his pouch. I can feel where his balls are hanging down in the heat. I can feel his dick is already well on its way to growing hard. I fondle his crotch through the underwear as my own dick is oozing precum from the excitement of touching my pals crotch. I have thought about something like this with a friend for several years now. So far there is no reaction other than his steadily growing cock which makes me even hornier.
I inch myself closer to him so that I can really start to rub his now stiffening man meat. I want to get my face into his crotch. I slowly move myself down the air mattress so my feet are close to the tent entrance and my face is close to his crotch. I can smell his manhood as I continue to gently rub his dick. I move my face closer and his musky damp crotch smell starts to make me feel dizzy with lust.