Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 18:59:09 -0700
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: Camping in Kentucky-c.5

Chapter five.

It was really getting dark now. The crickets were getting louder and you
could start to see a few stars in the sky above us.

Without saying anything first he rubbed his hand a few times across his
lower stomach then right down his shorts and started to jerk himself off,
or make me think he was. This was really awkward. He kept it up, slowly
stroking himself. I watched out the corner of my eye, trying not to be seen
watching.

Lee switched hands laying one arm on the back of the sofa behind me. I was
sitting upright watching the fire and sort of what he was up to.

When he stopped to adjust his junk I could clearly see he had a raging
boner in his shorts, he wasn't faking at all.

"Thanks."

"Huh?" I said caught off guard.

"Thanks for saving me."

"Oh that. Not a problem dude."

After a few seconds he moved his hand from the backrest of the sofa to the
center of my back then he started to gently scratch and massage my
back. Sometimes he scratched it with is fingernails, then slide his hand
shoulder to shoulder and down to the bottom of my ribs then back up.

With his other hand he slowly wrestled his shorts down a little, and his
dick out a little until the waistband was snagged below his nuts and his
hard-on laying across his stomach. His legs were spread straight out in
front of him.

My lantern was hissing away barely lighting the area right in front of our
tents (running on it's lowest setting or it's almost out of gas), to my
right about twenty feet. He was lit by the fire and my lantern but he was
still not the easiest to see. Our campfire wasn't very large tonight.

Finally I took in a deep breath, let it out, relaxed my shoulders and
leaned back into the backrest of the sofa log, this old cottonwood tree
trunk section maybe twelve feet long and four feet across with a big chunk
cut out so it was shaped just like a sofa, but made of solid wood instead.

Lee had his hand on the back of my neck gently rubbing my shoulders and
scratching the short hairs on the back of my head and neck, this I took to
be a sign. He had his hard dick in one hand and my neck in the other
hand. I wasn't totally sure where him, me, and Mister Daniels might be
about to go but I prayed it wasn't into the angry-zone like some drunks
do. For a brief moment I thought about the song Dueling Banjos considering
our situation. Out here there were lots of places to bury the evidence.

Then my mind clicked and I remembered packing a bottle of wine in my
gear. "Excuse me just a second there friend." I said looking him in the
eye, he looked back at me with an expression of being tired and drunk but
very mellow, boner in one hand, the other one on the back of the sofa.

With a smile I walked away towards my tent, zipped it open, climbed inside,
found the wine and walked back to the sofa, and re-assumed the exact same
spot I had been in, which seemed to make Lee happy that I didn't sit back
down a few feet further away.

I opened the bottle and took a few big swigs then pointed it towards
Lee. He dropped his grip of his boner and lifted up his pint of Jack into
the light, shook it around, still half full, looked back at me and nodded
no, set the bottle down and re-grasped his cock and resumed his very slow
stroke. His other hand went right back to my neck. Then he slid it across
my shoulder, down my arm, onto my chest down to my stomach.

I took in a slow deep breath because I haven't been touched like this in
years. His face stayed aimed at the fire, I lowered my chin to watch his
exploration as his hand turned palm up and slid slowly gently under my
elastic waistband down my shorts until his fingertips encountered pubic
hair where he stopped and paused briefly. I grabbed my wine bottle and took
several more large swigs then capped it again laying it down by my leg just
like his bottle next to him.

I looked back down at his wrist penetrating my shorts just below my belly
button, then over at his stomach and crotch watching him slowly stroke
himself, the head all glistening shiny wet and slippery.

Gently he turned his hand over and slid it down an inch or two more until
his fingertips encountered the base of my very hard dick, which was laying
to the side towards my hip. Then with one jerk he slid his hand up and over
gently grabbing hold of me, moving him to aim towards my belly button. I
moved my arm over his shoulder to massage the back of his neck like Lee had
been doing to me for the past thirty minutes or so.

I noticed the fire was getting lower as the wood over the center of the pit
was burning away.

Without saying anything I suddenly stood up but had to grab his arm by the
wrist and pull it off my dick, he didn't want to let go. I backed up from
him, my dick got stretched a bit which didn't feel good, he rose to sitting
upright too.

"I'll be right back." I said to assure him I had something to do then be
right back.

Over by the fire I used a stick to push the remaining four chunks of wood
all the way into the fire, estimating we had about one hour of burn time
left, maybe less. But I still had a propane lantern if we needed light.

I walked back over to Lee. He was reclined way back on the hardwood sofa
with his shorts now on the ground by one foot, legs spread wide, balls
hanging free in the air, dick hovering right over his stomach. He watched
my every move.

I pulled off my shirt, first time he saw me like this, then I dropped my
shorts, and kicked off my shoes and socks. My dick had started to go limp
from working the fire but he was hard and juicy, still slowly working his
erection. I sat back down, our thighs touching. I briefly thought about all
the things I would like to do to his body but were too afraid to start
anything not knowing for sure if we had any boundaries, plus he was
obviously drunk on sippin' whiskey.

Back on the 'sofa' he re-gripped mine and started slowly stroking it
skyward just like his, maybe ten strokes per minute, nice and
slow. Sometimes Lee would slide his hand to the end of mine and slip his
thumb back and forth over the head, smearing the natural lube and teasing
the fuck out of my dick, made it grow much harder than it ever does for
just me stroking it alone at home in bed.

Like him I leaned back, stretched out my legs wide and far and let him do
me by hand slowly. He worked me just the right way to make me horny as fuck
and needing to orgasm soon or I think my dick would explode. I tried to
control the feeling but I was getting super horny more than I think I ever
did alone or with someone else before in my life.

I grabbed his hand and gently pulled it off, explaining my dilemma.

"That's exactly what I was trying to do, so be a nice boy and come on me."
He said with a drunk and tired look on his face but showing a slightly
playful grin too. He moved his arm to pat himself on the stomach with a
smile gesturing where he wanted my jizz.

I looked him right in the eyes to see if he was joking or what but he
looked serious, so I stood up, "This won't take long," I exclaimed in a
serious whisper as he laid back still stroking his now drenched cock
head. I stepped to between his thighs and started to stroke myself. I
stared at his enormous tits wishing I could suck on both of them. I knew I
was less than one minute from the end. I looked at his entire front side
and got an idea.

When I felt it near I grimaced and grunted I was gonna come, aimed at his
chest and out came the first shot of fire hot semen. He took it on his chin
and neck, then two more on the chest, then the rest dribbled out on his
belly, I stepped back still dripping on the hard packed dirt between his
feet, he smiled and switched hands then started to stroke his like a mad
man, and within seconds did the same as me all over his stomach and chest.

His upper body was a runny mess from chin to crotch, his belly button was
full to the top and running off in every direction dripping down onto the
log we called a sofa. I was amazed at the sheer volume of fluid we both
just expelled.

I was smiling, he was smiling, our boners slowly relaxing. He smiled at me
then looked at the mess. With two fingers Lee scooped up a huge glop stuck
it in his mouth and sucked his fingers clean with a wink and a smile then
did it again, and again.

I got seated back down next to him and swiped one finger across his
enormous relaxed left nipple and slipped it into my mouth, then again, then
I did the other side twice. Finally I got my wish.

At this point I figured I had nothing to lose, so I leaned in and took his
right nipple in my mouth and nursed gently on his huge womanly tit, it
tasted of salt and semen. I got our blended come all over my face around my
lips, nose and chin. Lee slid his hand to the back of my head to gently
hold me to his breast until my mouth got too sore to make it enjoyable.

He laughed at my come-face when I pulled off, we both started laughing and
got to our feet. We took his water bottle and used part of it to rinse off
my face, his chest and stomach, and drink some water for both of us, then I
had more wine, passed it to Lee, he took two big swigs. My bottle was now
half gone.

Lee staggered and fell backwards landing on his ass on the hard packed
ground, then busted out laughing. I stepped to his feet, leaned over
offering my hand pulling him back to standing which went right into an
embrace I'd remember for the rest of my life.

What I thought was going to be a bro-moment with a back slap this hug went
way beyond that.

He slipped his hands across my back pulling me in lightly, I felt his
nipples press into my chest as we joined. My hands eventually went to his
back pulling him in tight too. He turned his head pushing his lips into the
side of my neck to give me a few kisses, then slid his mouth across my
shoulder halfway to my shoulder joint and started to suck hard on my skin,
this asshole was gonna give me a hicky, but I knew nobody else would ever
see it there so I let him do it.

I felt him bend his knees when he was done I thought he was gonna bounce me
or something but I think he nearly passed out so I pulled his arm over my
shoulder and lead him to my tent, inside and down on the wide open sleeping
bag, which I usually use more like a bottom sheet than anything else. He
was sound asleep just seconds after laying down.

Back in the clearing I checked that nothing was sitting out that would be
stolen by raccoons, I zipped shut his tent and tossed our paper plates and
stuff into the fire and stowed my gear and joined Lee inside my tent, he
was snoring deeply asleep. I joined him using my tiny LED flashlight to
make my own spot next to him but facing his feet.

That was the last thing I remembered.