This is a true story (mostly), names and some other details have been changed to protect the identities of the people involved.
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This happened in the late 1980s. I was twenty-two at the time, my friend Greg was twenty-five, we were both single, but had girlfriends at the time. One of the things that Greg and I used to do a lot was go fishing. We were into fresh water fishing on many of the lakes in the northwestern part of New Jersey, about an hour from the area that we lived in. Greg and I had planned on a weekend trip to do some fishing away from our girlfriends. We left Friday after work and arrived at the campsite near the lake at about 7:30pm. We set up a tent, and got our camp set up and the fire was lit by the time that the sun was setting.
Settled in, we cracked a couple of beers and were bullshitting about all kinds of stuff as night fell. After a few beers, Greg lit a joint and we passed it back and forth, enjoying the warm evening air and the cold beer. After our third beer, Greg got up to take a leak. I had seen his cock many times when fishing, but he's never expressed any idea that he was into playing with guys at all. In the dim light I could see the outline of his cock and I wondered what it would look like hard. I had messed around with a few friends a while back, I had sucked a couple of friends cocks and had mine sucked, but that was as far is it ever went, and it had been a few years since I had any cock, being with women only for several years, at least. At another time, I will write about my first experience playing with other guys and how I learned how to suck a cock.
Our conversation steered to a mutual friend of ours, Tina. Tina hung out at the local bar where we would hang and she quickly became a part of our circle of friends. Tina was twenty-four, about 5'2, with shoulder-length brown hair that was very curly, a very pretty face, with olive skin (she was Italian) she was not small (other than her height), she was what we refer to now as a BBW. She had a big ass, really big tits and a sexy smile. She had a long-distance boyfriend, but only saw him a few times a year. Anyway, we were now both feeling the effects of the beer and weed and I was getting horny as were were talking about what what her tits might look like without any clothes. I was guessing Greg was getting horny too, as he was adjusting himself as we were talking.
After a couple more beers we decided to go to the tent to get some sleep so that we could be up early to be on the lake by sun up. Once in the tent, we both stripped to our boxers and T-shirts and both laid down on top of our sleeping bags. It was still warm out and the tent was barely illuminated by the full moon lighting up the sky. Soon our conversation turned from Tina to some other women we knew and both of us told stories about some of the chicks that we had fucked. I was super turned on, but was laying on my side, so that unless Greg looked at my crotch he wouldn't be able to tell that I had a hard-on. But Greg was lying on his back, and I could easliy make out that he had tent in his boxers. Keeping the talk going about different girls, I kept looking at his cock and I really wanted to touch it.
Greg reached down and adjusted his cock, his boxers were tented and his cock looked a lot bigger than I had expected. I had only seen his cock soft and it was about 4" uncut, something I had never had having only played with or sucked cut cocks, and he had big balls. But seeing it now, through the thin cotton of his boxers he looked to be about 8" long and thick. I was salivating. Greg was telling me about a girl we knew he used to blow him a lot and that she was a good cocksucker and it had been a couple of years since any girl had sucked his cock as good as she did.
At one point he even said, "I'm so horny, I wish she was here to suck my cock right now."
In my mind, I'm thinking, "I'll suck your cock!" But I don't know if Greg would freak out if I offered; I would hate to mess up our friendship. But between the beer, the weed and all this horny conversation, I moved slightly so that my left hand brushed up against Greg's bare thigh. He didn't mention it and kept on talking. A minute or so later, I moved my hand again so it was lightly resting on his thigh as we spoke. Again, he didn't say anything, just kept talking about how this girl would suck his cock. I slowly moved my hand up his leg, very slowly. Again, no reaction. I began to rub light circles along his thigh, by the edge of his boxers, mere inches from his hard cock. My fingers slid under the edge of his boxers (still no reaction) and I could now feel the heat of his cock, an inch away from fingertips.