It was a warm summer night. There wasn't much to do in the small town we lived in. We would usually just drive around town. Killing time. The largest lake in the state was ten minutes from town. So we decided to kill time there and save the gas. I drove through the Sonic to get something to drink and turned up the highway toward the lake.
Let me tell you a little bit about us. He is 5'5'' tall and weighs about 145 pounds with short-cropped blonde hair, brown eyes and a dark golden tan. He is very hairy and his muscles are well defined with six-pack abs. His cock is seven inches long and thick enough that I couldn't touch my thumb to my fingers when holding it. A well-defined mushroom-shaped head topped his cut cock. It is beautiful. We showered together in the gang shower so we were familiar with each other's bodies.
I am around 200 pounds at 5'8" tall. Brown hair and hazel eyes. I had been a wrestler and weightlifter in high school and maintained that physique. I am muscular but there isn't much definition. Just bulk. My cock is nine inches long and thick. Circumcised with a big soft mushroom-shaped head. I began shaving my genitals as a senior in high school as a wrestler to help cut weight. It was a lifestyle now.
We got to the campsites at the lake and I pulled into a secluded one. We sat in the car and attempted to solve all the world problems we knew about. Which were mostly about his sexual exploits and what he wanted to accomplish in his Senior year of high school. We had been sitting there for a couple of hours.
Three weeks earlier ...
We were at church camp. There were sixty highschool aged guys in our dorm. I was the sponsor at the far end of the door. We had bunks and he always slept in the bunk above me.
The lights went out at eleven. You had better have your stuff done and be in bed by then. It usually took everyone thirty to forty-five minutes to settle down to sleep.
Almost every night about that time, I would feel the bunk start moving. Just barely, in an even rhythm, and I could hear the bunk springs squeak. I could tell he was jacking off. It lasted for less than five minutes. I figured since he was, I could. I tried to be still but I know he felt it. I didn't really care if he knew. Jacking off together separately was a nightly thing. Occasionally we would get our rhythms synced up. We would just grin at each other the next morning.
One night, before he could jack off, I got up and reached into his bed. I took hold of his cock, catching him off guard. His head shot up and his eyes were wide open. I put my free hand over my mouth to tell him to be quiet. He kept looking at me as I massaged him to hardness.
I began stroking his full length. I put my free hand on his stomach. He couldn't make any noises like moans or groans so he would tense his stomach muscles. I continued jerking him off, changing the rhythm and grip tightness the longer I went. He barely whispered, "faster." I complied and soon thereafter, he blew his load all over his legs in his bed. I felt him relax. It seemed like he melted into his bunk. The morning was going to be interesting.
I removed my hand from his dick and lay down in my own bunk to jack myself off. There was still some of his cum still on my hand. I felt like I blew the end of my dick off when I came.
Sleep came quickly.
The next morning he asked me, "What the hell was all that about last night?"
"Just helping out," I said, "isn't that what sponsors are supposed to do?" Grinning.
"I don't think that's what that means," he said, "Caught me off guard but it was awesome!"
"Good. Want me to do it again?"
"Sure, surprise me," he said.
And I did two days later.
Camp was over and we all came home. Things got back to normal. Well, relatively normal. It was a great summer.
Back to the conversation at the lake ...
He turns to me and says, "How come we don't do anything?"
"What do you mean? What do you want to do?" I replied.
"I don't know," he said.
"I'm game for whatever you're thinking about. But I want to show you something first," I said.
So I pulled the car out and drove to another recreation area on the lake and parked the car near a concrete picnic table. We got out and walked around a bit. It was a beautiful warm, clear night. The stars were bright. He was wondering why we were here. I pointed to the picnic table and told him that was where I had lost my virginity the week before. He said he was proud of me.
He asked about it and I told him what happened. I won't retell the story here. Let's just say all I got out of it was the ability to say, "I'm not a virgin anymore." He and I talked about anal sex. I knew he had done it as the top, never the bottom. I asked him about it. I was curious. Especially after his question about us "doing anything".
We spent some time casually talking about it. I walked around to my side of the car and took my shorts off. I don't wear underwear. I had a small jar of Vaseline and I applied it to my asshole and cheeks. I walked back around the car naked from the waist down.
I said, "I know I'm not a teenage girl, but I'd love to have you shove your beautiful cock in my ass."
He didn't initially say anything but he was only wearing gym shorts and it was obvious that at least part of him was interested. The tent in his shorts was unmistakable.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked as if not understanding what I said.
"Well, yeah, if you want to. I mean you don't have to. But you asked about us not doing anything and I figured this is as good a beginning as anything."
"Ok, sure, yeah. Out here?" he asked as he fiddled with the waist of his shorts.
"There's no one out here but us." I said, "It's late and I doubt anyone's gonna show up."
"You have a condom? I've never done anal without a condom. "