Date: Thu, 20 Aug 2015 20:31:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Blithering Bernard <blitheringbernard@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: A midnight drink

The two of us lay in the tent, listening to the sound of the wind howling
and the rain lashing down outside, trying to sleep. Beside me was my very
good friend Matthew, a gorgeous young man who was disappointingly
straight. As the night wore on, I could feel Matthew tossing and turning in
his sleeping bag, and getting more and more restless. After a while of
this, I rolled over and asked if he was OK.

"Not really," he whispered back. "I need to go for a pee, but I don't want
to go outside in that weather."

I was grateful. The design of the small tent meant that if he tried to get
out during the night there was a good chance of him kneeing or kicking me
in the head, but worse was that the wind and rain was blowing straight
towards the tent door, so as soon as he opened it, I would get soaked as
well as him.

"Can't you go to sleep, and hold on til morning?" I asked.

"No, I really need to go," he replied. "I can't sleep. I was hoping the
rain would have stopped by now, but it hasn't eased off at all."

We lay in silence for a few minutes, then he whispered "I'm sorry, I'm
going to have to go out. I haven't even got an empty bottle in here I could
pee into." He started to rummage around to find his coat.

"Wait," I said. "If you're that desperate, I'll drink it for you."

"What?" he sounded shocked.

"Pee into my mouth, and I'll drink it. That way you can go to sleep, and
neither of us are going to get rained on."

I could tell he wasn't sure. "I don't mind, I really don't." How much
should I tell him? Would he feel better for knowing how much I wanted to
drink his piss, any man's piss, and that my dick was already getting hard
just at the thought of it? Probably not...

"Well ... OK ... if you're absolutely sure." A thought struck him. "You're
not going to ask me to do the same for you, are you?"

"Don't worry," I reassured him. "I'll be fine til morning."

"So how are we going to do this, then?"

"You'll have to get out of your sleeping bag," I said, as I bent my knees
and moved down towards the bottom of the tent, then shuffled sideways until
I was in the middle. "Now just crouch over me, put your dick in my mouth,
and let it go. Slowly! I don't want to spill any of it."

He swung his leg over and straddled me, the sweaty crotch of his boxer
briefs inches above my face. Balancing on one hand, he used his other hand
to tentatively pull his dick out of the fly. He was normally very shy and I
hadn't seen his dick before, and in the darkness of the tent I couldn't see
much of it now, but as it brushed past my nose towards my open lips, I got
an impression of it being slender but a decent length.

I felt his soft, silky foreskin come to rest against my lips, and then he
eased down slightly, the head of his dick popping through into my mouth.
After a moment, there was a trickle on my tongue, that delicious warm,
salty taste of man piss, and I gulped hurriedly to avoid spilling any on my
pillow as he filled my mouth. He carried on pissing for what seemed like
minutes as I gulped and swallowed, and as the flow started to slow down, I
could feel his soft cock getting firmer and fatter in my mouth. As his
stream petered out altogether, I started to lick the swelling head of his
cock, but he quickly pulled out.

"Thank you," he whispered, as he snuggled back down in his sleeping bag and
almost immediately went to sleep, leaving me with a full bladder and a
raging hard-on to ignore.

- -

The following evening gave us better weather. Matthew seemed slightly
tense, and I wondered if he was feeling awkward about the previous night. I
hadn't noticed him go for a piss before we turned in for the night, but I
wasn't paying too much attention and didn't think anything of it.

We had been laying in our sleeping bags for about quarter of an hour when
he turned to me and whispered "I forgot to go to the toilet earlier."

"And you want me to help you out again?" I whispered back.

"Only if you're happy to," he replied nervously. "I mean, not if you don't
want to."

"No, it's OK, of course I will," I reassured him. So, it wasn't raining and
he had "forgotten" to go to the toilet? I smiled to myself. He wanted this
as much as I did.

As I shuffled towards the middle of the tent, I could hear him taking his
pants off this time, and as he swung his leg over me, could I detect a
sweaty musk in the air? Pheromones, perhaps? As his dick brushed against my
face as we tried to connect in the darkness I realised, yes!, he was rock
hard. My own dick, which had been growing in my pants, sprang immediately
to attention. I got my lips around the end of his dick, and I could feel
his head was poking through but still slightly covered by his foreskin.

We held that pose for an expectant moment, and then just when it seemed
like he wasn't going to go at all, I tasted a dribble of piss running over
my tongue, and then a little bit more, but it was clear he was either too
hard to piss properly, or he hadn't really need to go after all. The
dribble dried up completely, but he didn't move. "I think that's all I've
got," he whispered. I kept my lips tight on his dick and he still didn't
move. I licked the exposed head and he moaned, pushing into my mouth, his
erection resting on my tongue and poking at the back of my throat. I got to
work, sucking on his gorgeous piece of meat as hard as I could.

With the smell of his sweaty crotch filling my nostrils, my own dick was
now so hard that it hurt. I knew I had to keep my hands busy. With one hand
I held the base of his cock and fondled his hairy bollocks, and with the
other I stroked his back, his lower back, his arse ... his tight, firm arse
... his furry arse ... I ran my fingers down his sweaty crack, feeling the
wiry hair around his hole. This was definitely a two-handed job. I let go
of his throbbing balls, and gently massaged his peachy bum cheeks with one
hand, while with the other hand I explored his crack deeper.

As my questing fingers pressed against his tight, virgin hole, I felt a
tingle of electricity surge through his body. The tip of my finger broke
through, into his hot, wet, secret man cave, and then he moaned and
shuddered. His dick pulsed and shot streams of creamy spunk into my mouth
and down my throat. As I sucked and guped and licked to get as much of the
tastiest midnight snack known to man down me as I could, like a horny
teenager I felt my own neglected dick spasm and fill my pants with cum.

I took my pants off and wiped the mess off my softening cock, and as he got
back into his sleeping bag, I dropped the spunky boxers on his face and
whispered in his ear "Look what you made me do."

I kissed him on the cheek and nuzzled up to him, putting my arm round him
and feeling the warmth of his naked body through the two sleeping bags as
we pulled each other close and cuddled until morning.