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I was working in Yosemite and had a hiking partner. I'll call him "Andy." We had done some pretty crazy hikes on our days off -- to the top of cliffs and back on un-maintained trails. Very risky. We decided to hike out to Happy Isles one evening and hang out. I after stumbling around in the dark and exploring for a while, I suggested we build a small campfire (very i*****l) and party a fifth of brandy I'd bought (I was 21, he wasn't).
I had a blanket, but the summer evening was mild and didn't need it. We sat against a rock and talked; and I built a small campfire. The conversation eventually got around to girls and sex. The Andy asked if I'd ever jacked off with a roommate.
Now hit pause, as I did. Was he queer? I had a glimmer of ... where's he going with this? No, I honestly admitted. (I hadn't, even though I'd checked out lots of guys in the gym locker room. I did see on black dude stroking himself and squirting cum on the locker bench, protesting that he didn't know what was happening.) I took another hit of brandy, and offered it to him. He took a hit. "No, I haven't Andy. You?"
It took him a while to answer. "Yea, in the college dorm. But only because the Christian college was super tight, and monitors prevented it in the dorm showers (I though that was creepy).
I did tell him about a time when I was humping a chick in my bed; and my (then) roommate was jacking off as I humped her hard. I could tell because we were housed in tent-cabins, and the neighbor tent's light came on, showing him finishing his wank and cumming -- in sillouette. I took another unnecessary hit on the brandy.
Andy asked if I'd be interested in a wank together. I said I'd never done it, but said he could jerk off if he needed to. He asked for the brandy bottle, which I passed.
The campfire was very low (purposely, as it was i*****l in this non-camp area); so I pointed out that we were lit up if anybody wandered our way. We agreed to douse the flames. He asked again if I'd join him. I pulled my folded blanket from behind my back and the rock, and d****d it over my knees. After a little hesitation, he pulled out his cock. I thought; "what the hell, I jack off once or twice a day, anyhow." I pulled my cock out any started to stroke in the dark with him.
We continued to talk about sex as we stroked. He pulled out his flashlight and illuminated our dicks. He had blond pubic hair to match his head. It was cut like mine, and was as long as mine. He said my cock looked good. Then he said he wanted to trade wanks. I wasn't sure what he meant. "I'll jerk on you; you pull on me."
"Oh, I've never done that, but..." He reached over and grasped me. Now nobody had ever touched my cock since my mother had given me a bath as a young c***d.... "Would you try to jerk me," he asked. I said I didn't know what I was doing, but I'd try. I reached over ... his cock felt hard, and thobbing. He immediately started moaning; and I got the idea that this was the whole idea behind his line of talk.
It felt good, I had to admit to myself. I told him his stroking was feeling pretty good. I complained that it was pretty awkward trying to reach sidewise to stroke each other. I swung around in front of him with the blanket around my shoulders. Kneeling in front of him, I said we could stroke each other comfortably, right-handed. Pretty soon his left hand was stroking my balls. If felt fantastic. He asked me to cup and stroke his balls (when I didn't return his favor). I did that, and he moaned even more. It was still awkward, so he said we should take turns finishing each other. I asked what he meant. He told me to raise up on my knees closer to him, and let go of him.
In my new position, I was kneeling in front of him, pretty close to his face. He stroked me, occasionally looking up at me to check my reaction. "Have you ever traded sucks," he asked. I immediately figured he had, and considered his question. "No, I haven't."
"Have you ever tasted your own cum?" he asked. "Yea, I've tasted it." I admitted. "Let's trade blowjobs, do you want to?" he asked. "No, I haven't, and don't know how." I said.
"That's OK, I want to suck you; and you can try on me." I responded: "I don't know what I'm doing, but I'll give it a go."
Andy started to suck me off. (Now, I'd had blowjobs from a couple of girls before. This was scarry, but felt good.) He slavered my cock with his tongue and massaged my balls as he sucked. It didn't take long before I was ready. "I'm coming, be ready." I said, warning him. He wasn't stopping, though. I exploded into his mouth, and he just moaned and slurped. It was electric. I was getting weaker, but wanted to be sucked.
After he drained me, I sank back down to earth. I needed to sit against the rock; and when I did, he took the blanket and sat up in front of me. Oh, oh, my turn to suck. Well, suck I did; and I felt his balls, too. It was interesting, I must admit. And exciting. He raised up and moved closer, and held my head gently as I sucked and slurped, not really knowing what I was exactly doing.
Andy started to groan and grind his hips rapidly, thrusting his cock in my mouth. Suddenly he erupted into my mouth, squirting cum down my throat, chocking me up a litle. I didn't know what to do with his cum in my mouth, and ended up swallowing most of it, which turned him on.
He collapsed beside me, touching my cock.
I reached for the brandy bottle, and took another hit. The bottle was getting lighter. I passed it to him, and he took a hit. It wasn't a bad experience, and I'd actually had fun. Neither of us had girlfriends. We talked some more, and agreed that we could benefit from more frequent sex. We'd be suck buddies for the summer, until either one had a girlfriend; or if either had a fuck-buddy, then we'd share her.
I didn't have a roommate (the previous had been a narc informant; and was hauled off in a mock arrest. No, I actually didn't do dope.) Andy spent the night with me. The next day he asked housekeeping to transfer him to my tent cabin for the remainder of the summer.
My favorite position: straddling his chest in bed, his head tilted up with a pillow. He'd suck me and jerk me off onto his tongue, letting my cum squirt deep into his mouth. Yes he swallowed nearly all. He relished it. (That's why he talked me into swapping.)
His favorite position: sitting on the edge of his bed, folded blanket under his feet. I'd kneel in front between his spread knees, and suck him off so he could dump into my mouth. Yes, I learned to swallow without gagging.
There were many a day we'd get off of work, burnt out from dealing with tourists, and need mutual service.
We parted company when we left to continue our college. We never tried to contact each other again. I decided I was straight, and never hooked up with another guy. He was with a conservative Christian group; and I wasn't connected with it (so I'd been a "safe" outlet for experimentation). That ended my summer flirt with a guy.
I had a blanket, but the summer evening was mild and didn't need it. We sat against a rock and talked; and I built a small campfire. The conversation eventually got around to girls and sex. The Andy asked if I'd ever jacked off with a roommate.
Now hit pause, as I did. Was he queer? I had a glimmer of ... where's he going with this? No, I honestly admitted. (I hadn't, even though I'd checked out lots of guys in the gym locker room. I did see on black dude stroking himself and squirting cum on the locker bench, protesting that he didn't know what was happening.) I took another hit of brandy, and offered it to him. He took a hit. "No, I haven't Andy. You?"
It took him a while to answer. "Yea, in the college dorm. But only because the Christian college was super tight, and monitors prevented it in the dorm showers (I though that was creepy).
I did tell him about a time when I was humping a chick in my bed; and my (then) roommate was jacking off as I humped her hard. I could tell because we were housed in tent-cabins, and the neighbor tent's light came on, showing him finishing his wank and cumming -- in sillouette. I took another unnecessary hit on the brandy.
Andy asked if I'd be interested in a wank together. I said I'd never done it, but said he could jerk off if he needed to. He asked for the brandy bottle, which I passed.
The campfire was very low (purposely, as it was i*****l in this non-camp area); so I pointed out that we were lit up if anybody wandered our way. We agreed to douse the flames. He asked again if I'd join him. I pulled my folded blanket from behind my back and the rock, and d****d it over my knees. After a little hesitation, he pulled out his cock. I thought; "what the hell, I jack off once or twice a day, anyhow." I pulled my cock out any started to stroke in the dark with him.
We continued to talk about sex as we stroked. He pulled out his flashlight and illuminated our dicks. He had blond pubic hair to match his head. It was cut like mine, and was as long as mine. He said my cock looked good. Then he said he wanted to trade wanks. I wasn't sure what he meant. "I'll jerk on you; you pull on me."
"Oh, I've never done that, but..." He reached over and grasped me. Now nobody had ever touched my cock since my mother had given me a bath as a young c***d.... "Would you try to jerk me," he asked. I said I didn't know what I was doing, but I'd try. I reached over ... his cock felt hard, and thobbing. He immediately started moaning; and I got the idea that this was the whole idea behind his line of talk.
It felt good, I had to admit to myself. I told him his stroking was feeling pretty good. I complained that it was pretty awkward trying to reach sidewise to stroke each other. I swung around in front of him with the blanket around my shoulders. Kneeling in front of him, I said we could stroke each other comfortably, right-handed. Pretty soon his left hand was stroking my balls. If felt fantastic. He asked me to cup and stroke his balls (when I didn't return his favor). I did that, and he moaned even more. It was still awkward, so he said we should take turns finishing each other. I asked what he meant. He told me to raise up on my knees closer to him, and let go of him.
In my new position, I was kneeling in front of him, pretty close to his face. He stroked me, occasionally looking up at me to check my reaction. "Have you ever traded sucks," he asked. I immediately figured he had, and considered his question. "No, I haven't."
"Have you ever tasted your own cum?" he asked. "Yea, I've tasted it." I admitted. "Let's trade blowjobs, do you want to?" he asked. "No, I haven't, and don't know how." I said.
"That's OK, I want to suck you; and you can try on me." I responded: "I don't know what I'm doing, but I'll give it a go."
Andy started to suck me off. (Now, I'd had blowjobs from a couple of girls before. This was scarry, but felt good.) He slavered my cock with his tongue and massaged my balls as he sucked. It didn't take long before I was ready. "I'm coming, be ready." I said, warning him. He wasn't stopping, though. I exploded into his mouth, and he just moaned and slurped. It was electric. I was getting weaker, but wanted to be sucked.
After he drained me, I sank back down to earth. I needed to sit against the rock; and when I did, he took the blanket and sat up in front of me. Oh, oh, my turn to suck. Well, suck I did; and I felt his balls, too. It was interesting, I must admit. And exciting. He raised up and moved closer, and held my head gently as I sucked and slurped, not really knowing what I was exactly doing.
Andy started to groan and grind his hips rapidly, thrusting his cock in my mouth. Suddenly he erupted into my mouth, squirting cum down my throat, chocking me up a litle. I didn't know what to do with his cum in my mouth, and ended up swallowing most of it, which turned him on.
He collapsed beside me, touching my cock.
I reached for the brandy bottle, and took another hit. The bottle was getting lighter. I passed it to him, and he took a hit. It wasn't a bad experience, and I'd actually had fun. Neither of us had girlfriends. We talked some more, and agreed that we could benefit from more frequent sex. We'd be suck buddies for the summer, until either one had a girlfriend; or if either had a fuck-buddy, then we'd share her.
I didn't have a roommate (the previous had been a narc informant; and was hauled off in a mock arrest. No, I actually didn't do dope.) Andy spent the night with me. The next day he asked housekeeping to transfer him to my tent cabin for the remainder of the summer.
My favorite position: straddling his chest in bed, his head tilted up with a pillow. He'd suck me and jerk me off onto his tongue, letting my cum squirt deep into his mouth. Yes he swallowed nearly all. He relished it. (That's why he talked me into swapping.)
His favorite position: sitting on the edge of his bed, folded blanket under his feet. I'd kneel in front between his spread knees, and suck him off so he could dump into my mouth. Yes, I learned to swallow without gagging.
There were many a day we'd get off of work, burnt out from dealing with tourists, and need mutual service.
We parted company when we left to continue our college. We never tried to contact each other again. I decided I was straight, and never hooked up with another guy. He was with a conservative Christian group; and I wasn't connected with it (so I'd been a "safe" outlet for experimentation). That ended my summer flirt with a guy.
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