My buddy and I were not getting together nearly often enough and this road trip promised 5 days of constant companionship. It had been nearly a year since our last intimate night and my desire for him had only grown more intense. When we did get together it was usually at a party with other buddies and the vibe was very machismo as we postured to gain the girls attention.
We were 18 and close to finishing High School. This was in 1980. The pants were tight and the camel toes surrounded us. Some of the girls were perfect. Their asses were perfect. Their tits were perfect. Their complexion was perfect. Their tight little snatches were perfect. I was intoxicated. One sniff, or slight touch and I was jerking off the first chance I got. Girls liked me, but not a lot of close dates at that time. My problem was being too shy and nervous.
I had another problem. Some of the boys were perfect too. My sex experience was limited to gay encounters with my close friend. He and I had been naked together countless times and my desires to please him grew as I advanced from rather clumsy hand jobs to a deft ability to suck him into new orgasmic heights with my mouth. With him, I learned to crave cock and I learned I loved making him cum.
Some of the lads on my Basketball team had some fine looking packages that tempted me to no end. As a result I couldn’t shower with the boys after a game or practice, as there was no conceivable way for me to conceal my stiff pole. I would see them naked and my desire to go down on them would send me into dizzying heights of horniness. This too would send me off cock in hand for some private pleasure.
Now my buddy lived in the country and was hanging out with some good ole boys that were never too impressed with fairies or faggots. This influence on his life combined with infrequent time together put up some serious barriers to satiating my desire to give head and linger over the joy of sweet hot cum in my mouth.
Then the idea of a road trip to his Grandfathers remote homestead came up. He said; “what do you think? We could get some grass and beer and just hangout. There is fishing, hiking, exploring, his place is in a wild corner of the province.” I said; “sounds fucking perfect to me, especially the exploring part. Lets go.”
Preparing was easy. Grass? Check. Beer? Check. Gas? Check. Ok we’re ready, lets go. Then the phone rang. It was one of his redneck buddies. He wanted to come with us. My buddy said “sure the more the merrier”. Shit. This put a big damper on my hopes of seducing my bud into naked delights in some sunny mountain meadow. The road trip was about 4 hours, but it took us all day as we stopped to get high, play disc and just hang out along the way. We got there in the early evening and quickly prepared a hearty man-size meal for old gramps, as this would be treat for him. We spent a great evening together and pretty much exhausted the old boy, as he was not used to company. He announced that he was going to bed and told us to crash on the couches or in the guest bed. We carried on with some more beers and tokes around a fire then quietly made our way into the cabin to bunk down.
My buddy said, “I get the guest bed.” His buddy flopped onto the best couch. I looked around and noticed the guest bed was a double and calmly said, “fuck it, I’m sleeping in the guest bed too, there is room for two”.