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They say ignorance is bliss, but that is a lie.
Bliss was the sensation of total surrender to passion as he slid his manhood into me and we became one.
The Background:
Once the barriers of kissing and oral sex broke between Josh and myself, things began to change between us and I no longer had to wonder if I was just a means to an end for him. Up until that point, it seemed like intimate attention was primarily one direction: from me toward him, with him simply accepting it as it was given.
After that fateful afternoon, however, I noticed he started returning the gestures. He now felt comfortable sliding his hand into my shirt, massaging my shoulders, rubbing my chest and feeling my nipples. Every now and then he would lean in to kiss me before I ever made a move. Other times we would be inspecting something together and I would feel the top of his hand rub against mine briefly before he would take my hand in his, holding it for a few moments as we looked at each other and smiled, occasionally just before yet another kiss -- sometimes passionate, sometimes just a simple reflection of our affection for each other.
As these moments built up over the course of another several months, I could feel the bond between Josh and myself evolving even more. We had gone from just friends to friends with benefit and from friends with benefits to...something greater. Our friendship had slowly evolved into a relationship without us even noticing.
Until one night.
We pulled into the camping spot at Lake Lanier and began unloading his F-250: his huge Yeti cooler, his collection of fishing rods, our sleeping bags, our packs and his big 10-man tent, along with the firewood and cooking supplies.
We had decided to go camping in early March, a few weeks before our planned company skiing trip, and the weather had warmed up some from the frigid temperatures of February, but there was still a sharp chill in the air. We played it cool most of the evening, despite the fact that there weren’t many other people at the campground. I guess we weren’t sure about being openly affectionate, even with so few strangers around. As it got dark, we got progressively more open with touching and briefly holding hands. Once night had truly fallen, we made our way down to the water to start fishing.
The Good Stuff:
I was standing slightly behind him and to the right as we stood by the water’s edge, watching the fishing lines bobbing in the dark of night. My left hand was already in his shirt beneath his pullover, resting on his left side and gently rubbing up and down from his stomach to the middle of his chest as he leaned against me for support.
The other campers had retired to their tents and the night was quiet, so we felt the need to whisper. I didn’t mind, because it gave me an excuse to hold him close and keep my mouth close to his ear. As it got late, he turned his head toward me and asked, “You ready for bed?”
I nodded and said, “Yeah, it’s getting pretty late. Did you say you had a couple of air mattresses for us to use?”
I was caught off-guard by his hesitation. I could tell there was something he wanted to say, but perhaps didn’t quite know how to say it. He started to sway on his feet a little and finally remarked, “Well...yeah, I’ve got a couple. One of them is the size of a queen mattress, the other is a standard twin, but-” He paused and I waited with bated breath until he continued, “I thought we could just use the bigger one together.”
My head started spinning.
“Oh,” I let out. “Ummm...yeah, I think that would be nice.” He then leaned further back and twisted his head as he brought his right hand up to place it on the right side of my chin, turning my face toward his and pulling me into a slow, sensual kiss. I closed my eyes and took note of every sensation: the feel of his skin on my fingers, the rough texture of his hand on my face, the ribbed surface of his tongue against mine and his warm breath on my cheek.
When I pulled my face away and opened my eyes, I saw something in his that made me worry. There seemed to be an air of concern behind those hazel pools that somehow glistened even in moonlight.
“Josh,” I said quietly, “We don’t have do anything you’re not comfortable with. This doesn’t have to be any more than it already is.”
His eyes dropped for a second, but when they met mine again, there was a determination that hadn’t been there before. “I know,” he said quietly. He then went on, with a look of sexual aggression that I had come to love, “I know what I want.” I simply held his gaze with mine and responded, “Okay.”
We walked back up the hill to the camp after putting away the fishing rods and went into the tent, where I saw he had only inflated the queen mattress, which had a single sleeping bag on it; he clearly knew I would agree to his suggestion. As soon as I noticed and he finished zipping the door to the tent, I spun around toward him and motioned to the bed, saying, “You dirty dog, you already knew what I would say.”
He turned to face me, grinning, and closed the distance, placing his hands on my hips and pulled me into him, kissing me with a passion that made my blood begin to boil. He then slowly pulled his head back and said with another grin, “I know a sure thing when I see it.”
I released a small laugh through my nose and shook my head slightly, saying, “Fuck you.” In a speeding moment, his grin dropped and a look of absolute desire overtook him as he responded, “That’s the idea.”
The next few seconds were a blur. I scrambled back onto the air mattress and he crawled his way on top of me as I spread my legs and wrapped them around him and he began thrusting his crotch into mine, our mouths clamped together and writhing. Before long, we were stripping off each other’s clothes, our hands practically shaking with the anticipation. I pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side and he did the same for me, tossing mine with his. Our hands tangled at each other’s waists, attempting to undo our belts and pants.
Just as we started to tug off our pants, we both realized our boots were still on and we paused, unsure of how to keep the sexual frenzy going. We then both laughed and shrugged, taking our shoes and socks off ourselves before laying back down on the mattress, beginning to fervently kiss again.
I felt his hands at my waist again and I looked down at them before looking back up at him. He seemed to be waiting for something, so I simply nodded and twisted onto my back as he moved above me, pulling my jeans and underwear down. My hard cock sprung free as he pulled them all the way off. I then raise myself up on my elbows as I watched him undo his pants and slip them down with his underwear, his own hard cock slapping his belly as he bent down to pull them off.
He then stood there a moment, his proud erection standing as a testament to his intentions as I lay there on the bed anxiously waiting. In one swift move, he bent down and shuffled his way over to me, shifting into a crawl as he reached the end of the bed. My nerves flared into action, every inch of me awakened to sensation as he moved his body into place over mine.
Instinctively, I spread my legs as he mounted me, our bodies rubbing against each other as we found our rhythm. He lowered his head to mine and embraced me in a kiss that took my breath away as I snaked my right hand up his arm and across his shoulder to his neck and then through his hair as my other gripped the ridge of his right shoulder blade.
Our speed and friction increased as the heat of our bodies combined. Our breathing became more rapid and our soft moans began to build. He pulled his face away a bit, pressing his forehead against mine and I could sense his thrusts become more forceful. In response, I started thrusting back, giving him some resistance to push against and I could feel our momentum building to an explosive crescendo. Our muscles became tenser, our grips became tighter, and our breath became faster.
He slid his face across mine until his mouth closed against my ear and he quietly panted, “I want to fuck you so bad.” My hand raked through his hair on the back of his head as I turned my mouth toward his ear in response and whispered back, “Oh God, yes.”
He raised himself up into the air, straightening his back and using his right hand to tilt his hard cock down toward my waiting hole. He craned his head forward a bit and slowly released a stream of spit into his left hand before I felt him gently massaging his fingers against my opening.
He paused for a second and I asked, “What’s wrong?” He hesitated and then answered, “I’ve never done this before. Are you supposed to...prepare? You know,...to avoid a mess?”
A let out a small laugh and said, “Yeah. That’s why I went up to the bathrooms before we started fishing.” He had a confused look so I said, “I cleaned up...just in case. Figured better safe than sorry.”
He looked down at me with that sexy grin of his while he pressed his finger against my hole. My heart skipped a beat as I sensed it pulse outward at his touch and I relaxed myself as he gently slipped a finger inside. I looked across my body at him and saw him slowly stroking his hard cock as he began sliding his finger in and out of me. One finger became two and I started slowly thrusting my ass in motion with his hand.
“You ready?” he asked with a surprisingly gentle tone. My breath was rapid and desperate and I couldn’t even form the words. I simply met his gaze with mine and nodded. He then moved his hips toward me as he slipped his fingers out and I felt his warm head press against my quivering sphincter. I drew in a sharp breath as he slowly -- ever so slowly -- slid his hard cock inside of me.
After every inch, he would pause for a moment before inserting a little more. I gratefully accepted his shaft until I felt his balls pressing against my crack. He then slowly slid himself most of the way out before changing direction and sliding in again. He started increasing his speed and I increased my own, pressing against him as he pressed against me.
He then leaned forward and laid his upper torso across mine, my legs wrapping around his waist, until he brought his face up to mine and locked my lips against his in a wet, hot, passionate kiss. Our friction became a fervid grind as we broke our kiss and suddenly he arched his back as he raised himself on his hands on either side of me. I moved my arms so I could wrap my hands around his muscular triceps and pressed my head back against the bed, closing my eyes so that I could relish every inch of our bodies that were touching and rubbing together.
Our bodies began to writhe, our hands, faces and lips searching for flesh to enjoy. Our breaths became rapid and heated gasps for air as he started pounding himself inside me, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust.
He started to softly moan and I could feel thrusts begin to slow slightly as he whispered, “I’m gonna cum.” My hands moved to his shoulders, where I gripped them tightly and whispered back, “Cum inside me.” His thrusts slowed to a single, forceful push and I felt his warm seed launch out inside me, a sudden warm wetness against mine. The sheer sensation brought me to the edge as well. Before I knew it, I was raising myself up to him, supporting my weight on my left arm underneath me as my right around wrapped around his shoulders and I softly bit at his shoulder while my cum spewed out between us.
Our rhythm slowed and we began to pant for breath. I lowered myself back onto the air mattress and he lowered himself onto me. Our lips closed on each other again, our soft, wet kisses suddenly transformed into not a testament of our a****listic attraction but as a testament of the bond we had formed. We had gone far beyond the boundaries of male friendship, even those that include an element of sexuality, and created a relationship that was all our own; a shared secret we each had come to treasure.
We released our kiss and he slid himself out of me and he reached out to grab a shirt to wipe us both off before he then collapsed onto the bed to the right of me. We lay there for a moment, two friends that had become so much more, marvelling at the course our friendship had taken. He slid his left arm under my head and I rolled over, placing my shoulder in the nook of his armpit, my face against his chest and laying my left arm across him. I gently rubbed his chest hairs as he gently rubbed my shoulder blades and back.
He took a deep sigh and said, "Who would've thought..." I released a quiet laugh and said, "I know, right?"
As I felt myself drifting off to sleep, I quietly said, “I love you, Josh.” He gently squeezed my shoulder as he responded, “I love you, too.”
I fell asleep against him and we spent the night alternating the position of our bodies, holding each other until we awoke at dawn. When the sun came up that day, I felt like a new chapter to my life had officially started, but I silently wondered how long it could go on before something had to give.
Bliss was the sensation of total surrender to passion as he slid his manhood into me and we became one.
The Background:
Once the barriers of kissing and oral sex broke between Josh and myself, things began to change between us and I no longer had to wonder if I was just a means to an end for him. Up until that point, it seemed like intimate attention was primarily one direction: from me toward him, with him simply accepting it as it was given.
After that fateful afternoon, however, I noticed he started returning the gestures. He now felt comfortable sliding his hand into my shirt, massaging my shoulders, rubbing my chest and feeling my nipples. Every now and then he would lean in to kiss me before I ever made a move. Other times we would be inspecting something together and I would feel the top of his hand rub against mine briefly before he would take my hand in his, holding it for a few moments as we looked at each other and smiled, occasionally just before yet another kiss -- sometimes passionate, sometimes just a simple reflection of our affection for each other.
As these moments built up over the course of another several months, I could feel the bond between Josh and myself evolving even more. We had gone from just friends to friends with benefit and from friends with benefits to...something greater. Our friendship had slowly evolved into a relationship without us even noticing.
Until one night.
We pulled into the camping spot at Lake Lanier and began unloading his F-250: his huge Yeti cooler, his collection of fishing rods, our sleeping bags, our packs and his big 10-man tent, along with the firewood and cooking supplies.
We had decided to go camping in early March, a few weeks before our planned company skiing trip, and the weather had warmed up some from the frigid temperatures of February, but there was still a sharp chill in the air. We played it cool most of the evening, despite the fact that there weren’t many other people at the campground. I guess we weren’t sure about being openly affectionate, even with so few strangers around. As it got dark, we got progressively more open with touching and briefly holding hands. Once night had truly fallen, we made our way down to the water to start fishing.
The Good Stuff:
I was standing slightly behind him and to the right as we stood by the water’s edge, watching the fishing lines bobbing in the dark of night. My left hand was already in his shirt beneath his pullover, resting on his left side and gently rubbing up and down from his stomach to the middle of his chest as he leaned against me for support.
The other campers had retired to their tents and the night was quiet, so we felt the need to whisper. I didn’t mind, because it gave me an excuse to hold him close and keep my mouth close to his ear. As it got late, he turned his head toward me and asked, “You ready for bed?”
I nodded and said, “Yeah, it’s getting pretty late. Did you say you had a couple of air mattresses for us to use?”
I was caught off-guard by his hesitation. I could tell there was something he wanted to say, but perhaps didn’t quite know how to say it. He started to sway on his feet a little and finally remarked, “Well...yeah, I’ve got a couple. One of them is the size of a queen mattress, the other is a standard twin, but-” He paused and I waited with bated breath until he continued, “I thought we could just use the bigger one together.”
My head started spinning.
“Oh,” I let out. “Ummm...yeah, I think that would be nice.” He then leaned further back and twisted his head as he brought his right hand up to place it on the right side of my chin, turning my face toward his and pulling me into a slow, sensual kiss. I closed my eyes and took note of every sensation: the feel of his skin on my fingers, the rough texture of his hand on my face, the ribbed surface of his tongue against mine and his warm breath on my cheek.
When I pulled my face away and opened my eyes, I saw something in his that made me worry. There seemed to be an air of concern behind those hazel pools that somehow glistened even in moonlight.
“Josh,” I said quietly, “We don’t have do anything you’re not comfortable with. This doesn’t have to be any more than it already is.”
His eyes dropped for a second, but when they met mine again, there was a determination that hadn’t been there before. “I know,” he said quietly. He then went on, with a look of sexual aggression that I had come to love, “I know what I want.” I simply held his gaze with mine and responded, “Okay.”
We walked back up the hill to the camp after putting away the fishing rods and went into the tent, where I saw he had only inflated the queen mattress, which had a single sleeping bag on it; he clearly knew I would agree to his suggestion. As soon as I noticed and he finished zipping the door to the tent, I spun around toward him and motioned to the bed, saying, “You dirty dog, you already knew what I would say.”
He turned to face me, grinning, and closed the distance, placing his hands on my hips and pulled me into him, kissing me with a passion that made my blood begin to boil. He then slowly pulled his head back and said with another grin, “I know a sure thing when I see it.”
I released a small laugh through my nose and shook my head slightly, saying, “Fuck you.” In a speeding moment, his grin dropped and a look of absolute desire overtook him as he responded, “That’s the idea.”
The next few seconds were a blur. I scrambled back onto the air mattress and he crawled his way on top of me as I spread my legs and wrapped them around him and he began thrusting his crotch into mine, our mouths clamped together and writhing. Before long, we were stripping off each other’s clothes, our hands practically shaking with the anticipation. I pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side and he did the same for me, tossing mine with his. Our hands tangled at each other’s waists, attempting to undo our belts and pants.
Just as we started to tug off our pants, we both realized our boots were still on and we paused, unsure of how to keep the sexual frenzy going. We then both laughed and shrugged, taking our shoes and socks off ourselves before laying back down on the mattress, beginning to fervently kiss again.
I felt his hands at my waist again and I looked down at them before looking back up at him. He seemed to be waiting for something, so I simply nodded and twisted onto my back as he moved above me, pulling my jeans and underwear down. My hard cock sprung free as he pulled them all the way off. I then raise myself up on my elbows as I watched him undo his pants and slip them down with his underwear, his own hard cock slapping his belly as he bent down to pull them off.
He then stood there a moment, his proud erection standing as a testament to his intentions as I lay there on the bed anxiously waiting. In one swift move, he bent down and shuffled his way over to me, shifting into a crawl as he reached the end of the bed. My nerves flared into action, every inch of me awakened to sensation as he moved his body into place over mine.
Instinctively, I spread my legs as he mounted me, our bodies rubbing against each other as we found our rhythm. He lowered his head to mine and embraced me in a kiss that took my breath away as I snaked my right hand up his arm and across his shoulder to his neck and then through his hair as my other gripped the ridge of his right shoulder blade.
Our speed and friction increased as the heat of our bodies combined. Our breathing became more rapid and our soft moans began to build. He pulled his face away a bit, pressing his forehead against mine and I could sense his thrusts become more forceful. In response, I started thrusting back, giving him some resistance to push against and I could feel our momentum building to an explosive crescendo. Our muscles became tenser, our grips became tighter, and our breath became faster.
He slid his face across mine until his mouth closed against my ear and he quietly panted, “I want to fuck you so bad.” My hand raked through his hair on the back of his head as I turned my mouth toward his ear in response and whispered back, “Oh God, yes.”
He raised himself up into the air, straightening his back and using his right hand to tilt his hard cock down toward my waiting hole. He craned his head forward a bit and slowly released a stream of spit into his left hand before I felt him gently massaging his fingers against my opening.
He paused for a second and I asked, “What’s wrong?” He hesitated and then answered, “I’ve never done this before. Are you supposed to...prepare? You know,...to avoid a mess?”
A let out a small laugh and said, “Yeah. That’s why I went up to the bathrooms before we started fishing.” He had a confused look so I said, “I cleaned up...just in case. Figured better safe than sorry.”
He looked down at me with that sexy grin of his while he pressed his finger against my hole. My heart skipped a beat as I sensed it pulse outward at his touch and I relaxed myself as he gently slipped a finger inside. I looked across my body at him and saw him slowly stroking his hard cock as he began sliding his finger in and out of me. One finger became two and I started slowly thrusting my ass in motion with his hand.
“You ready?” he asked with a surprisingly gentle tone. My breath was rapid and desperate and I couldn’t even form the words. I simply met his gaze with mine and nodded. He then moved his hips toward me as he slipped his fingers out and I felt his warm head press against my quivering sphincter. I drew in a sharp breath as he slowly -- ever so slowly -- slid his hard cock inside of me.
After every inch, he would pause for a moment before inserting a little more. I gratefully accepted his shaft until I felt his balls pressing against my crack. He then slowly slid himself most of the way out before changing direction and sliding in again. He started increasing his speed and I increased my own, pressing against him as he pressed against me.
He then leaned forward and laid his upper torso across mine, my legs wrapping around his waist, until he brought his face up to mine and locked my lips against his in a wet, hot, passionate kiss. Our friction became a fervid grind as we broke our kiss and suddenly he arched his back as he raised himself on his hands on either side of me. I moved my arms so I could wrap my hands around his muscular triceps and pressed my head back against the bed, closing my eyes so that I could relish every inch of our bodies that were touching and rubbing together.
Our bodies began to writhe, our hands, faces and lips searching for flesh to enjoy. Our breaths became rapid and heated gasps for air as he started pounding himself inside me, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust.
He started to softly moan and I could feel thrusts begin to slow slightly as he whispered, “I’m gonna cum.” My hands moved to his shoulders, where I gripped them tightly and whispered back, “Cum inside me.” His thrusts slowed to a single, forceful push and I felt his warm seed launch out inside me, a sudden warm wetness against mine. The sheer sensation brought me to the edge as well. Before I knew it, I was raising myself up to him, supporting my weight on my left arm underneath me as my right around wrapped around his shoulders and I softly bit at his shoulder while my cum spewed out between us.
Our rhythm slowed and we began to pant for breath. I lowered myself back onto the air mattress and he lowered himself onto me. Our lips closed on each other again, our soft, wet kisses suddenly transformed into not a testament of our a****listic attraction but as a testament of the bond we had formed. We had gone far beyond the boundaries of male friendship, even those that include an element of sexuality, and created a relationship that was all our own; a shared secret we each had come to treasure.
We released our kiss and he slid himself out of me and he reached out to grab a shirt to wipe us both off before he then collapsed onto the bed to the right of me. We lay there for a moment, two friends that had become so much more, marvelling at the course our friendship had taken. He slid his left arm under my head and I rolled over, placing my shoulder in the nook of his armpit, my face against his chest and laying my left arm across him. I gently rubbed his chest hairs as he gently rubbed my shoulder blades and back.
He took a deep sigh and said, "Who would've thought..." I released a quiet laugh and said, "I know, right?"
As I felt myself drifting off to sleep, I quietly said, “I love you, Josh.” He gently squeezed my shoulder as he responded, “I love you, too.”
I fell asleep against him and we spent the night alternating the position of our bodies, holding each other until we awoke at dawn. When the sun came up that day, I felt like a new chapter to my life had officially started, but I silently wondered how long it could go on before something had to give.
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