After recently moving for a new job—and having my first homosexual experience in an insanely hot hotel room along the way—I began to settle in. It was typical office work in the IT department for a smallish company. It was quite a long way from where I had grown up but the pay was great, and it gave me a chance to get out and experience new things, new places, and meet new people.

I never really had a problem with making friends, and it wasn't long before I made one with a guy named Nick that worked a few cubicles away from me on the company's website design team. We were the same age and after eating a few lunches together found that we had a lot in common. He was about an inch taller than me (I'm five-foot-seven), rather thin, and really cute with light brown, short hair. I say cute at this point simply because he was really funny with a great attitude and very likable. Everyone loved him. He was also pretty damn easy on the eyes, I have to admit.

I was becoming more and more attracted to him but was also very puzzled in what way. It had only been a matter of weeks since that wonderful, lusty, yet confusing night, and I was still trying to wrap my head around it. I had tried to convince myself that it was just that Nick was a really great guy. He hadn't shown me any signs that he was interested in me that way or with other men in general, but that didn't stop me from beginning to frequently masturbate to the thought of me sucking his cock until he spilled his load into my mouth and me swallowing it all.

That, of course, led me to feel slightly ashamed of myself afterwards with my own jizz dripping down my stomach—any gay or bi-sexual person that grew up in a very religious household probably knows what I'm talking about. It's hard to beat years of programming.

It became an almost nightly ritual after one day when I was going to the bathroom and Nick came in, taking the urinal next to me. I wanted to get a glimpse of his cock so bad that I all but involuntarily looked down at his prick while he pissed. It wasn't huge but it wasn't small either and was circumcised with a sexy, slightly round head. It looked so good that my own began to tingle a little, and I swear that he gave it a few strokes while I was looking—but that might have been my overactive imagination.

Either way, I quickly faced forward, finished my business, and that night fucked my ass relentlessly with the larger-than-expected dildo I had just got online, imagining it was Nick. I ended up shooting a gigantic load, scooped it up to eat it, and again felt a little ashamed myself afterwards.

I tried and tried to push those thoughts out of my mind and not act completely weird around him whenever we talked, so when Nick proposed an idea to me after eating lunch together about a week later, I did the best I could to contain myself.

“You have any plans this weekend?” he asked.

“Nope.”

“How would you feel about going on a short canoe trip with me and a couple friends of mine?”

“I don't know... Maybe,” I replied, trying to stay cool.

“It's a small river not too far from here and just two nights camping. It was going to be just the three of us with me paddling a canoe by myself and my friends in another. I thought I'd see if you were interested in joining us.”

“What the hell, why not? Sounds like fun!” I said a little over anxiously and losing the cool vibe I was trying to present.

“Great!” Nick replied, not noticing it. “We're meeting at my place on Saturday morning and heading to the river from there. I'll give you my address and stuff after work. It should be a lot of fun.”

We went back to our cubicles, and I tried to suppress the imaginings that were making my dick hard. I did my best to rationalize things: it was Labor Day weekend, I had nothing to do, I did love canoeing, and it was a great chance to get to know Nick better outside of work as well as possibly making some more new friends. There was no reason to think that any sexual escapades would occur in any way. At least, that's what I tried to tell myself as my penis got stiffer.

Saturday morning came up, and I headed to Nick's place. When I arrived his two friends were already there and Nick was loading his stuff into their SUV. I was certainly impressed. They were both very good-looking, and having on only T-shirts and shorts, it was easy to see that they were also in great shape.

I took a deep breath, told my wandering imagination to shut the hell up, and got out of my car.

Nick introduced us, and I shook each of their hands. One was named Adam. He had shoulder length, black hair, and was probably somewhere close to six feet tall. The other one looked like an absolute stud. He had to have been about six-feet-four-inches or so, big chested with bowling ball shoulders, and long, dirty blonde hair that he kept in a ponytail high on his head.

“My name's Ford,” he said as his huge hand nearly crushed mine. “They call me that because I'm a fucking truck!”

I looked at him googly-eyed as he nearly picked me up off the ground and started to wonder if I had made a terrible mistake.

He let me go just before I started to audibly whimper. “Nah, just messing with ya. My dad's the biggest Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy fan you'll ever meet. There's a character named Ford Prefect in it and he named me after him—apparently mom didn't really care.”

What a relief! I thought I was going to be stuck with some dipshit, stud-muffin for the next two days. “Really? I love those books! I've read the whole series a few times, actually.”

“I fucking hate them,” he replied with a steely gaze.

“Oh...” My face made the perfect model of chagrin.

“Just playing again,” he then laughed. “I really like them, too. What's your favorite line?”

“That's a tough one... I always liked 'The knack to flying is to learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss' but there's a bunch I love.”

“That is a good one,” Ford replied. “I love just about everything Zaphod Beeblebrox says. I really liked the movie, too.”

“So did I! Sam Rockwell played him perfectly.”

“I thought the same thing.”

We both laughed, and I realized I was already falling in love with the guy.

Nick jokingly told us to break it up and that we didn't have all day. He then helped me get my gear out of my car and into their vehicle. I didn't bring much: the swim trunks I was wearing, two pairs of shorts for changing into something dry later, a couple of T-shirts, an extra pair of socks, jeans and a sweatshirt just in case, my sleeping bag wrapped in a garbage bag to keep from getting wet, the brand-new tent I had just bought, some food, my camera, and a twelve pack of hard cider in cans. I was probably a little over prepared, but it had been a few years since I had last gone canoeing.

Nick and I had already agreed to share a cooler, so I put everything I needed kept cold into his. We put that and everything else that we were bringing into the SUV and then got in with Adam taking shotgun, Ford driving, and Nick and I taking the backseats.

“Everybody know where their towel is?” asked Ford, and I nearly shot the water I was drinking out of my nose.

We drove for a few hours before taking a stop for a much-needed bathroom break and chance to stretch our legs. We were going through a very small town and pulled into its equally small gas station. It was one of those mom and pop's places that barely exist anymore, and I knew from the look of it that we were definitely leaving civilization.

Everyone took care of their business, got something to drink for the road, and got back in the vehicle. Except for Adam. We waited for him to come out, and when he did, he was carrying a small box with him.

“I got some doughnuts for everybody,” he said, getting in.

I was really beginning to like Adam, as well. He just seemed like such a genuinely great person that thought about others as much as himself.

“I got a variety, but I think they're mostly jelly or cream filled,” he said as he passed the box around.

I was handed the box first and took what was something similar looking to a cheese danish and bit into it—it was not great. I don't know exactly what was off about it—maybe the people working there simply had no idea how to make donuts, or more likely several days old. I didn't really care, though. I realized that with all my anxiety about coming on this trip, I hadn't eaten anything for breakfast and was starving. I just ate the thing, knowing it was better than nothing.

Nick was the first to say something after taking one. “I don't know about these things.”

“This looks kinda like a Krispy Kreme,” I commented, “I guess.”

“Oh, I love those!” exclaimed Adam.

“Then here you go,” I said and gave him that one.

“Not bad,” he replied with his lips glazed with frosting.

Nick's was a powdered sugar covered, pastry, type of thing, that wasn't really a doughnut given it didn't have a hole in it. He took a bite of it, and it essentially exploded on him, covering the entire thing with fruit like jelly. “Anybody want this?”

“Here, give it to me,” I said. I figured the jelly would at least help me with my low blood sugar, so I took it and licked all of it off and put the doughy part back in the box.

“I'm not that sure about this one, either,” Adam said, taking another. He then turned back to me. “You want it?”

“Yeah, I'll try it. I'm starving!”

Adam handed me back a small, chocolate, eclair. I didn't think it looked that bad, so I put the whole thing in my mouth and bit down. It wasn't bad at all. The cream filling shot in my mouth and I swallowed all of it down in a couple of gulps.

“Go ahead and have this, too,” Ford then said holding up a traditional jelly doughnut.

I was pretty full by that point but again figured a good dose of sugar would help my cause, so I just squeezed it, causing the syrupy filling to fill the hole in the middle, and licked and sucked it out. They teased me a little about eating so much sugar, but I was just happy to have something down the hatch and felt a lot better with a few calories in my system.

We had been going back down the road for a little while, listening to music, and not saying much when Adam leaned back and said: “So, Nick told us you just moved here not too long ago.”

“Yeah, I've only been here barely over a month now.”

“That must have been a little scary.”

“I guess so. I'm just glad I had someone I can get along with like Nick working in the same office as me. It's made things a lot easier.”

“Well, Nick is awesome. We've known him for a long time—Ford was his college roommate.”

“Ah, shucks,” Nick said sarcastically.

“Oh, don't act like you don't think you're the coolest guy in the world,” Adam said with a smile.

“What do you guys do for a living?” I then asked.

“We both work at the same restaurant. Ford cooks, and I'm a server.”

“I pitch it, and he catches it,” Ford piped in with a chuckle.

“Hey! I'll pitch it anytime you want,” Adam said as he sat back forward in his seat.

I had a growing suspicion since we were at Nick's that the two of them might be a couple. It was the subtle things in the way they acted with each other. Nothing obvious, but it seemed like they were a little more than just friends. Adam saying, “We've,” when referring to themselves about how long they had known Nick definitely stuck out a bit, and after that last comment my curiosity was more than a little piqued. Not that it mattered. I had to just let it go. I certainly wasn't going to blurt out: “So, you guys gay or what?” or especially say what really went through my mind: 'Any chance on a three-way, later?'

We reached the small gas station/convenience store/bait shop/I don't know what, after driving for about another hour and were greeted by a somewhat elderly and exceptionally grumpy small man.

“Take two canoes and put them on the trailer,” he barked at us. “I'll be out in a second.”

“Do we pay now?” Nick regretfully asked.

“No!” he all but howled. “You pay half now, and the rest when you get picked up and brought back. That way I can charge you for what you fuck up!”

“Okay...” Nick agreed, and we did as we were told.

We got all of our gear into the van that was connected to the trailer and waited. The old-timer finally came out and strapped the canoes in place and told us to get in.

“Anyone else coming?” asked Ford.

“No! Too damned hot out! Now get in!”

Did I mention that it was hot? I mean “Uff da!” (to use a parlance of my home region) it was hot out! The large, round thermometer hanging outside on the wall of the place said 101°. It was one of those late summer heat waves, but to be honest, it didn't bother me at all. Growing up in Wisconsin I had learned to love super hot weather. When you spend that many months of the year freezing your ass off, you start to pray for 101°.

It was thankfully a short trip to the river landing, and we all piled out as soon as the van stopped, gasping for air. After a quick dialogue with the old guy, unloading the canoes, and getting all of our stuff into them, we were finally paddling downstream.

Nick had told me to take the back of our canoe, and Ford was in the back of theirs. We came alongside of each other, cracked open our beverages of choice, and made a toast.

“Here's to a great trip!” said Ford.

“To a great trip!” the rest of us joined in and took several much-needed gulps.

We floated for a few hours not worrying about staying together or doing much more than just steering, and I took more than a few pictures. The river was amazing! It was so unbelievably beautiful. Only canoes were allowed on it because it never got more than eight or nine feet deep. In most places, it was only a couple. It wound like a snake, slithering through a dense woods that covered it on both sides and the water was so clear that you could see straight down to the sandy bottom. The whole scene was just incredible and made you feel like you were a million miles from anywhere.

Nick and I took our canoe around a sharp bend and found Adam and Ford standing next to their canoe on the bank and shouting for us to stop. We pulled up next to theirs, and they suggested that we take a quick swim. The heat was almost oppressive at that point and sounded like a great idea. The spot was a small, deepish pool created by a turn in the river and seemed like a perfect place for a quick dip.

“You know, I don't think there is another soul on this entire river,” commented Ford as we got out of our canoe. “Fuck it! I'm skinny dipping!” he then added.

“That's a great idea...” agreed Adam.

Nick looked at me questioningly.

“Sounds fucking good to me,” I responded.

“Me, too,” he replied, and with all of us being down to only our shorts, we simply dropped them and ran into the water.

It felt so good. It was a much needed cool down and after dunking ourselves underwater and washing the sweat away, we all played around in the clear water, talking about how spectacular the river was. It wasn't long before I had had enough and decided to get out. It's not that I didn't enjoy skinny-dipping as much as it was that I am not a big fan of swimming in rivers or lakes or anything that isn't a swimming pool. It may have something to do with me swimming in a river when I was a kid and having something very large run into me with no idea what it was. The thought of having what was essentially a lure dangling out between my legs also didn't help.

I didn't get completely out, although. Instead, I went towards the bank and sat down on the sandy bottom with the water covering me up to my belly button. I just sat there enjoying the feeling of being naked, half submerged, and cooling off as well as the view of three, also nude, hot men swimming in water that was clear enough to let me see just about everything.

'Down boy!' I mentally said to my cock as he decided on his own to come up and take a look for himself.

Things only got worse when Ford said that he was also done and started making his way towards me. Everything went into slow-motion, and it looked like a scene out of a James Bond movie as he came out of the water. I tried as hard as I could to not look at his bare crotch. I turned my head back and forth so many times to keep from staring at it that I must have looked like a dog trying to follow a tennis match. To make things even more difficult, he came up to where I was sitting and just stood there, right next to me.

What was I supposed to do at that point? No matter how conflicted I was feeling, there are few chances in one's life where you have an absolutely gorgeous specimen of a man standing completely naked next to you. There was only one answer—use my peripherals.

And use them I did. Ford was standing in the perfect position that allowed me to use only the slightest turn of my head to easily see his cock and balls, and what a sight they were! He had an absolutely beautiful dick. It was large even after swimming in cold water and limp. I couldn't have told you how big it was erect at that point, but I guessed it had to be eight or nine inches.

It was circumcised with a large, pointed head, and wow, it looked thick! The sight of it made my mouth almost hit the river bottom. Time seemed to stand still as I watched beads of water drip from his manicured bush down to his smooth balls.

Of course, in reality, observing all of it took less time than me telling you about it. Ford had actually only stood there for a few seconds before turning to me and asking: “Having fun?”

I turned my head to find his cock staring me right in the face. It was so close I'm surprised my nose didn't brush against it. I quickly looked up and made a concentrated effort to look him in the eyes. “Oh, yeah! I'm having a blast!”

He said a couple more things to me I can't remember. All I could think about was the fact that all I had to do was lean forward a few inches, open up, and that scrumptious looking hunk of penis would've been in my mouth. Luckily for me, he then turned again and suggested to the other guys that we should probably get going—I was almost completely erect.

Ford headed back towards their canoe, and I jumped out of the water and went a little way into the brush, saying I had to piss, but really just wanted to get out of there before everyone saw that I had a pretty substantial boner. When I got there, and softened up some, I found I really did have to go which helped with my ruse.

I went back to our canoe and found Nick standing next to it and again had to make a concentrated effort to look a sexy, naked man directly in the eyes.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Most definitely!”

We were just about to put our trunks back on when Adam suggested that we should all just stay naked.

“No shit!” added Ford, “There's nobody around for miles.”

“What'da think?” Nick asked me.

“Why not?” I answered—it seemed almost stupid to not do it.

There was one slight drawback to it I found out quite quickly, although, but drawback is probably not the right word given how much I enjoyed it. It was that as we continued paddling down the river I had no choice but to face Nick's naked body, as well as contemplate it—especially his ass.

I had often wondered how I would feel about topping if ever given the chance. I knew I was definitely more of a bottom by how much I loved having that first cock, or almost anything else, up my butt, but I wasn't sure if I would find other guys asses all that appealing. After an hour or so of staring at most of Nick's bare crack, I started to get my answer. All I wanted was to see more and daydreamed about playing with it.

“So, who's your favorite superhero?” Nick asked, pulling me out of my reverie.

“Huh...? Ah, I would probably have to go with either Batman or the Hulk,” I answered. Comic books were an interest that Nick and I shared.

“That's cool. I like them, too. My favorite is Superman.”

“I haven't really read that much of his stuff.”

“Not that many people have, actually. I think he's fucking awesome. That's why got his symbol as a tattoo.”

Tattoo? It wasn't anywhere I could see. “Really?

“Yeah... here, check it out,” he said and then raised himself up and stuck his butt out at me, showing me more than I had even hoped for.

There, low on his left cheek was the Superman shield. I had apparently missed it earlier while trying not to stare and preserve the lingering threads of my heterosexuality. It was definitely a sweet tattoo, but ultimately what I liked the most was the sight of his incredible ass and the beautiful hole in the middle of it that I could just barely make out.

“Like it?”

“It's so cute!” I blurted out and immediately slapped my hand across my mouth.

“Well, I'm glad you think so,” Nick replied with a small giggle and sat back down.

I restarted our conversation as fast as I could. “Who else do you like?”

Nick was more than happy to keep talking about all his favorite comic book characters, and I was more than happy to avoid any comments on the fact that I had just told him that I thought his ass was cute.

We continued paddling for a while and chatting, but all I could think about was that all too small glimpse of his button. To my absolute delight, Nick said he needed to take a piss, and I soon got more than an eye-full.

I offered to pull alongside the bank, but he said it wasn't necessary. He then put his paddle down and slowly bent forward. At that point, I could see it in all of its glory. It was slightly pink, hairless and looked so sexy as he leaned over that I fancied sticking my tongue in it right then and there. He stood up and pissed off the side of the canoe, and I naturally took the opportunity to check out his dick a little more but was forced to stop when the canoe began to tip side to side, nearly spilling him out.

“Hold the thing steady!” Nick laughed as I grabbed the sides of it to gain control.

He finished his business and sat down slowly, giving me another agonizing, long look at his perfect asshole. It was all I could do to keep from reaching down and playing with my once again hardening dick.

I calmed down, and we rounded a bend a few minutes later to find Adam and Ford's canoe pulled up on the bank of a camping spot. We pulled ours up alongside of it and waited.

“Hey,” I questioned, “I don't want to seem nosy or whatever but are those two, you know... together?”

“I was wondering if you were going to catch that.”

“It hasn't been obvious or anything. I just kinda wondered.”

“Yep, they are. They've been actually holding things back a bit—probably because you're here. You don't have a problem with that do you?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“I didn't think so,” responded Nick in a way that made me wonder what he meant by it.

“Not a problem with what?” Ford asked as he and Adam suddenly appeared out of some trees before I could say anything.

“Nothing,” answered Nick. “I was just confirming for him that you two are a couple.”

“That's not a problem, right?” Ford then asked me.

“No, not at all,” I replied again.

“Thank God!” Adam exclaimed, pulled Ford to him, and kissed him on the lips while giving his package a small rub. “I hate pretending to be straight.”

They both turned to me to see my reaction and all I could do was stupidly give them a thumbs up. I then turned my head to the side, let out a huff, and felt a tremendous aching in my nether regions.

“I was thinking we should just stop here and set up camp for the night—it's not that long of a trip,” suggested Ford.

Nick looked back at me.

“This is your river. I'm cool with whatever.” I shrugged.

We loaded our stuff out of the canoes and then tied them up to trees. We all stayed completely naked. Not only was it still insanely hot out, I think we all loved how liberating it was to be outside and in the buff.

We put up our tents. Nick and I had smaller, two-person types while Adam and Ford's was huge. You could've thrown a small party inside of it. After that, everyone pulled out fold-able lawn chairs and sat down around the fire pit—except for me, I didn't think to bring one.

“Here, I brought my extra for you,” Nick said, unfolded one, and placed it down next to his.

“Dude, thanks a lot!” I had totally forgotten about seating.

We sat there, drinking stiff drinks that Adam made for us, and chatted about how great the trip had been so far. I did my best to keep my eyes above everyone's chest the entire time. It wasn't so much anxiety about my sexuality, at that point, as it was simply from not wanting to get another hard-on. With three very sexy naked men around me, it was not easy, and there were a few times where I had to concentrate so much that I almost got hard thinking about not getting one. Nick was right beside me so he wasn't too much of a problem, but Adam and Ford were directly across from me and I found it impossible to keep my eyes from wandering down to look at what was between their legs—either way, I definitely chubbed a little.

I was rather relieved when the two of them got up and said they were going to take a short nap in their tent. I was pretty buzzed by that point and involuntarily watched them as they got up and walked away.

“Enjoying yourself?” Nick asked.

“Hmm...?”

“I mean here, on the river?” he said with a large grin.

“Oh... oh, yeah, yeah! This has been outstanding!” I replied, turning back to him.

“Good,” he said while trying to suppress a laugh. “I was a little worried at first that you might have a problem with us going nude all day—but you haven't seemed to mind.”

“Nah... It's so hot out, it feels good.”

“That's for sure!”

“Definitely! I'm just glad that we didn't run into anybody else.”

“No kidding. Who knows what somebody might think? They might think we were a bunch of fucking weirdos... or gay.”

The way he said that, it almost sounded like a question, and I didn't really know what to say.

Nick then moved in closer to me and took a big swig of his drink. “I'm sorry if I'm getting too personal, but... are you into guys?”

The question caught me completely off guard. It took me a few seconds and a large gulp of my own drink before I could answer. “No, why do you ask?”

I have no idea why I lied.

“Again, sorry—just curious. You just seem so cool with everything going on today I couldn't help but wonder a little.”

“Nope!” I replied as unconvincingly as I probably could have.

Nick chuckled some, threw the rest of his drink into the fire pit, and then stood up with his exposed package right in my line of sight. “I think I'm going to take a short nap, too.”

I couldn't take my eyes off of it as he lingered for a moment and stretched, pushing it out at me. I was captivated. It was so close that for the first time I could really inspect it, and I did. It wasn't anywhere near as long as Ford's, but it looked almost as plump. He had a beautiful set of large, shaved balls and his head looked just as fat as the rest of it. As he swayed his soft prick out in front of him, it looked delectable, and I found myself wanting to reach forward and taste it right there, but finally took control of myself and turned away.

Nick gave a soft, “Humff...” then headed towards his tent, and I swore I heard him say, “Can't blame a guy for trying,” under his breath as he walked away.

That was all nearly too much: the questions I just couldn't let myself answer honestly, the up-close view of Nick's cock, the nudity in general—my head was absolutely spinning. I decided that getting away for some alone time to think and maybe take a short nap, myself was probably a good idea, as well, so I crawled into my tent, and tried to relax and sleep.

Unfortunately, when I lay down, all I could think about was the sight of Nick's asshole and that last, wonderfully long gaze at his dick. I tossed and turned, fighting between daydreaming about how his penis would feel in my mouth or burying my face between his cheeks and trying to convince myself that I should let it be and forget about it. My dick got so hard it hurt, and I realized there was no way I was going to sleep.

I stroked my shaft some, which helped a little, and I thought to myself that I should simply rub one out and it would all be better. But when those last words I heard from Nick started passing through my mind: “Can't blame a guy for trying... Can't blame a guy for trying... Can't blame a guy for trying...” I began to question if Nick wasn't actually testing, tempting, or maybe even inviting me.

That lead to an idea I couldn't shake—I should get up, go to his tent, and find out, no matter what. Maybe it was that, or the booze, or everything combined. Maybe it was just my uncontrollable horniness at that point. All that matters is that I then convinced myself that I had to go and see what would happen if I did.

I walked to Nick's tent with a massive erection and my heart thumping so hard that I could hear it in my ears. I peered in through the mesh opening and saw him lying on his chest over his open sleeping bag. His tight body looked so incredibly inviting, and the site of his ass made me want to jump in and kiss it all over.

I knew what I was doing was probably crazy. I had no idea how Nick was going to react to my coming to his tent. I figured that I could make up some kind of excuse for it if I needed, but before I could think of one, I had knelt down and knocked on the side of it.

Nick turned his head up to me and smiled. “Come on in.”

I unzipped the opening, went in, zipped it back up, and turned around to see Nick lying on his side. His cock spoke to me, saying, “Oh, yes!” as it hung over his thigh, and I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

“Need something?” he asked with a gleam in his eye. He obviously knew full well why I was there.

I looked at his face, went back to his penis, and simply nodded.

“Come here, then.”

I crawled in next to him so we were facing each other and our bodies were touching. “I'm... uh...”

“Shh,” Nick whispered and stuck his tongue into my mouth.

We started to make out and I went into an almost feverish state. When I felt his dick stiffening and begin to press against mine I thought I might literally light on fire.

We kissed and caressed each other with our cocks rubbing together, and I went down and took his in my hand. It felt so warm and even bigger than I had expected. I pulled on it eagerly as our tongues darted back and forth in our mouths and the rush of adrenaline was nearly overwhelming.

Nick eventually pulled away. “Lie back.”

I did, and he first kissed my neck and then moved down my chest. He then began to lick and suck on my nipples, and I started to pour out pre-cum.

“Wow! Someone's turned on...” he whistled, finding my prick absolutely dripping after taking a very slow and exhilarating route to it. He then gingerly stroked me, causing a deluge of clear fluid to spill out.

“Holy shit,” I stammered as he began running his tongue up and down my shaft. He put my head in his mouth and my whole body convulsed.

“You okay?” he asked with his hand wrapped around my throbbing meat.

“Never better!” I panted, and Nick proceeded to give me the best head I had ever received.

He made slow circles around the tip of my cock with his tongue, licking and kissing it, between taking me into his mouth and sucking first slowly then quickly. I had never felt anything quite like as he worked my tool and took it down to its base in his throat.

He was on his knees as he sucked me while being off to my side with his ass pointed towards me. It gave me the perfect view, and the site of his tight butt-hole and that sexy, Superman tattoo began calling my name. I reached up with my left hand, rubbed his cheeks, and ran my finger through his crack. I then began to gently massage his hole.

“Mmm... You want some of that, don't you?” Nick asked, pulling my cock from his mouth.

“Fuck, yeah, I do! You've been teasing me with it all day.”

“Glad you noticed.”

He then turned a bit, straddled me, and lowered his backside down towards my face.

The sight of it slowly coming towards me was mesmerizing, and the best I can do to describe it is it was like a beautiful sunset that I was going to be able to taste. Seeing it come down was one thing, but when it got close enough for me to smell, it became an entirely different matter. The sweet aroma of his musk was absolutely intoxicating.

I slathered his balls with my tongue when he finally sat completely down on my face, and I stuck my nose directly into his hole, sliding it up and down, drenching myself in the luscious scent. I had no idea how good a man's ass could smell and wanted to be drowned in it. I pushed his hips a bit forward, stuck my tongue in, and found that the taste was even better.

I pulled his ass cheeks apart and began rimming him with everything I had. Picture a lion drinking from a small pool at the height of the dry season in the Serengeti—that was me eating Nick's asshole. I eventually drove my tongue in as deep as it would go, and the flavor, smell, and sensation of it all while he sucked my cock started to become too much.

“We've gotta stop,” I gasped, leaning my head back, and taking in his spice deeper with each heavy breath. “I'm gonna cum.”

Nick sat up, forcing his ass back down onto my face, and began to gyrate forward and back. “I think you should fuck me.”

“Mmm, hmm,” I mumbled as I ran my tongue across his taint, balls, and ass, completely smothered.

“Suck me a little, first.”

I was more than happy to oblige him as he slid back over me and pointed his tool downward. His head went between my lips when he lowered it, and I sucked hard, thinking it felt even bigger than it looked—Nick wasn't real long but fuck, he definitely had some girth.

I tasted the slight, delicate flavor of his salty pre-cum as it drooled out, and he began to forcefully fuck my mouth, moaning about how hot it was. He then pulled away and slathered his wet cock across my face, leaving trails of my saliva and his juices all over it. I licked every bit of it I could get at with my tongue held out until he stopped and slapped it a couple of times with his head and said: “Yeah, you need to fuck me.”

He got off and lay down alongside me in the spoon position with him on the outside. I spread his ass apart and started to rub my wet dick between his equally slick butt-cheeks.

“I want to fuck you so bad!” I moaned as I ground the tip of my penis against his asshole.

“Just a second,” he said as I pushed a little of it in. He reached up, grabbing the backpack near him, and pulled out a small bottle of lube. “Here, use this.”

I took it, poured a large amount onto his hole and an equal amount onto my cock. I then used my fingers to make sure he was good and ready and finally began to insert myself into his ass.

“Oh, my God!” we both grunted as my head slipped past his sphincter.

His ass felt so hot as it engulfed my dick, and it was the tightest thing I had ever put it into.

“Go deeper,” Nick panted and I slowly pushed my prick further inside of him.

I got as far as I could go and stopped while we both tried to catch our breaths.

“Fuck, you're so tight,” I whispered and kissed the back of his neck and behind his ear with my cock completely buried inside of him.

Nick began to grind back into me. “Fuck me!”

I pulled myself out of him almost completely and pushed back in. I thought I might cum right there but managed to control myself and started to slowly fuck him.

“Holy fuck! Oh, God yeah! Fuck my ass!” Nick howled as I started plowing his hole faster and harder. “Stroke my cock!”

I reached around and grabbed his hard prick. It felt so good in my hand as I pounded into him and completely drove home the reality that I was actually having sex with another man. I forgot all my anxieties, all my confusion, and felt nothing but exhilaration in those few blissful moments that I experienced my dick being milked by Nick's tight, hot asshole as it slid in and out of it while I jerked him off. Nothing else mattered, it was simply ecstasy in its purest form.

And I say a few blissful moments for a reason. I wish I could say we switched positions three more times or that I had lasted an hour or even another twenty minutes, but honestly, I don't think I lasted more than a couple—I was going to cum, and quickly!

“Cum in my ass!” Nick implored after I told him so, emphatically.

I was very glad to hear him say that; I had already started to spill my load before he even finished saying it, and I began to thrust wildly, pumping him full of my hot semen. I jerked him off violently as I unloaded, and Nick bellowed that he was also cumming. I drove into him hard, and with each spurt of jizzum I shot into him, he shot one out.

We both cried out in euphoria and kept ejaculating like I had never experienced before. When we had finally finished I pulled Nick tight to me, pushing my prick as deep into him as I could, and kissed him all over. He then scooped up the large pool of cum he had sprayed on his sleeping bag and brought it to my face. I drank it all down as he let it pour into my mouth and licked his fingers clean, savoring the tangy sweetness of it.

“That was fucking incredible,” I sighed with my dick still inside of him and loving the taste of his juices.

“Yes, it was,” he agreed, moving his hips back and forth a little, sliding my cock in and out and causing me to jerk from how sensitive it was.

We lay there a few more minutes, basking in the afterglow of our incredible sex until I was completely limp. I pulled my prick out of his ass slowly, causing me to shiver all over, and a river of spunk drained out.

“Sorry about messing up your sleeping bag,” I said as he pushed the last of it out—I was sorry, but it was also the sexiest thing in the world.

“No worries,” Nick said with a chuckle, “it was more than worth it.”

He turned around, and we locked our mouths together in a deep, passionate kiss.

“What'da say we get out of this tent and take a quick swim?” he asked after pulling away.

“Sure,” I replied.

All I could think about right then was the lingering taste of his cum in my mouth, his thick scent covering my face, and the fact that I had just had sex with another man, and was not only okay with it, but loved every heated, sticky, tasty, pungently fragrant moment of it—nothing else mattered.