Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 14:05:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Nothing <bacteriaburger@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Brother's Buddy, Tony

My Brother's Buddy, Tony
By: bacteriaburger

	A couple of years ago I had the hottest sexual experience of my
life while on a camping trip with my brother and his friend Tony.  I'm a
young gay man, and I've been having sex since I was fifteen.  Though I used
to be quite a horny fucker and had my fair share of one-night stands, (not
to mention quite a few one-half-hour stands) now that I've matured a bit
(I'm twenty-three) I've learned to appreciate quality over quantity.  Tony
was definitely high quality, the best sex I've ever had.
	My older brother was a sophomore in college at the time, living in
the dorms. He's a pretty good-looking guy, not that I would ever think of
him in "that way."  Oh, hell, I admit I've gotten some kicks checking out
his bod, and if someone held a gun up to my head and made me have sex with
somebody in my family, I'd pick him.  We're pretty close, even though he's
an asshole sometimes and we've had our fair share of fights.
	Now let's get the obligatory description of myself out of the way.
I was a junior in high school at the time, perpetually horny and
over-sexed.  It was my fifth year on the wrestling team, so my body was
smooth and firm, fresh young skin stretched taught around developing
muscles.  I had (and still have) a boyish face, with full lips and a strong
jaw; my hair was a relatively short mess of tousled brown hair.  Below a
soft sprouting of downy public hair, my thick and clean cock propped atop a
pair of plump, hairless balls. I had developed into a pretty good-looking
kid by that time, if I do say so myself.  My most proud asset, though, is
my fleshy and substantial ass.  The thickness and fullness of it rounds out
whatever jeans or pants I wear.  I like to wear tight t-shirts that fit
snugly around my waste, my ass protruding like a dome from my tight and
toned stomach and back.
	We had planned this fall camping trip in the summer when we had
gone on a family beach vacation. My parents let me skip school that Friday
to get an early start on the weekend.  I had been eating a Toaster Strudel
at the kitchen table early that morning when I heard his car pull into the
drive.  I was surprised to hear two car doors slam instead of one.  My
brother opened the door to the kitchen and smiled at me.
	"Yo, what up, bro?"  He was dressed in the requisite camping gear,
flannel shirt, jeans and boots.  I got up and gave him a hug, then craned
to see who was standing behind him.  I caught an eyeful of one of the
finest specimens of male flesh I had ever seen.  He seemed to be Italian
and had a boyish, angular face set off by a long nose, with heavy, arched
eyebrows and eyes that were slightly squinted.  Totally handsome and hot
face.  His thick, straight black hair was cut short on the sides and stood
up high in the front.  He was kind of short, and like my brother was
wearing the standard flannel shirt and jeans, his muscular chest and thick
legs filled out his clothes, a very masculine and hot body.  I tried to
catch my breath.  My brother gestured to him.
	"This is Tony, Mike.  Mike, Tony."  Tony smiled at me, his cute
face turning up into a sly, slightly devilish grin, and held out his
average-sized, manly hand.
	"How you doin'?" he asked me in a sexy, low voice that bore a
slight Brooklyn accent.  My heart caught in my throat, I thought I might go
speechless.  I managed to shake his sexy hand and mumbled, "Hey, nice to
meet you." My brother set down some camping gear on the counter and turned
to me.
	"Tony lives on my floor in the dorms.  He wasn't doing anything
this weekend, so I invited him to come along with us.  Is that cool?" he
asked me.  Was that cool?  My brother didn't have a fucking clue.
	"Yeah, that's cool," I said in my best benign voice.  Already my
mind was racing with all kinds of dirty thoughts and cheap camping
fantasies.
	"Cool," my brother repeated, then reached over to muss up my hair.
I pushed into him playfully.  "Man, we're gonna have some fun on this trip,
hell's yeah!  I gotta go take a piss."  With that he climbed the steps and
I was left alone with Tony.  He broke the ice by asking me about school and
we got into a conversation about wrestling, which he had also done in high
school.  He seemed like a really nice guy.  I had a good feeling about the
trip.
	We got all our shit together and went on our way, three young guys
in their prime of life getting away from it all to have a good time.  There
was a definite good vibe about the trip, and we talked nonstop all the way
down.  In fact, I found I had a lot in common with Tony.  He was such a
genuinely nice and likeable guy, and he never talked down to me or treated
me like I was stupid because I was younger.  Not like my brother did,
sometimes.  It took us maybe three hours to get up in the mountains, far
back from civilization in the wilderness.  We found a camping spot near
some large rocks in a clearing, and set up camp.  Afterwards, we decided to
hike along the creek and scope out the territory.  We climbed up some
pretty high rocks and reached a ledge that had a breathtaking view of the
valley.  We decided to rest there and eat lunch.
	The afternoon sun and the hike had made all of us a little hot, so
we took off our shirts and sat on them to eat.  This gave me the chance to
check out Tony's body a little more, and to my delight it was twice as nice
as it had appeared to be under his shirt.  He was wearing a gray athletic
t-shirt that tightly hugged his biceps and showed off his thick chest and
pecs, as well as a flat stomach.  I took off my shirt as well, and noticed
Tony casually watching me.  We smiled at each other.
	After lunch Tony surprised me by pulling a joint out of his pocket
and asking if anybody wanted to get high.  I noticed my brother looking
towards me for my reaction.  I had suspected that my brother smoked weed,
being that I'd found a small pipe in his dorm room when I visited him one
weekend.  I'd asked him about it and he'd denied it was his.  Maybe it had
been Tony's, I thought.  I was curious to try pot, so I shrugged my
shoulders and said, "Sure."  My brother patted me on the back while Tony
fished in his bag for a lighter.  "Getting high with my little bro, who
would have thunk it?  Have you ever smoked before?"
	"No," I admitted.
	"Alright!  A virgin!" my brother exclaimed.  Tony laughed to
himself and smiled that gorgeous smile.  Tony found the lighter.  He put
the joint between his lips and raised the flame to it.  He puffed a few
times; staring down at it, then inhaled a large amount of smoke.  The joint
crackled and burned.  He took it from his lips, and exhaled a cloud of
thick, sweet-smelling smoke.  That sexy smile again.
	He passed it to my brother who took a hit, then passed it over to
me.  With my brother and Tony looking on, I put the joint to my lips and
puffed it a couple of times.  I inhaled and the smoke hit my lungs sharply.
I pulled the joint away and coughed harshly, prompting the two to laugh.
This time Tony slapped me on the back and I fell into him slightly, half
coughing, half laughing.  As the joint went around I got better at relaxing
and letting the smoke further into my lungs, and by my last puff I didn't
cough at all.
	By the time we got all out shit together to continue on our hike I
was starting to feel the effect of the drug, the forest looked radiant and
lushly green.  My brother had started off down the path but Tony was in
front of me, struggling with his backpack.
	"Hey, buddy," he said to me, "d'ya think you could help me with
this thing?"  He was having trouble getting his arm through the strap on
his back, so I held in out for him as he guided his manly arm into it.  My
hand brushed against his warm, muscular shoulder.  He turned to me.
	"Thanks, sexy," he said in that low, mischievous voice.  He looked
into my eyes and smiled, and I definitely felt something being
communicated.  Was my brother's hunky friend coming on to me?  It couldn't
be.  Maybe the weed was making me delusional.  He set off down the trail
and I stared at his thick back and tight ass.
	The rest of the hike was like a dream; we all just took our time
and enjoyed the scenery.  When we got back to the camp we gathered up
sticks and built a fire, then settled down around it as the night fell.  We
cooked dinner over the fire and had a couple beers, telling stories and
bullshitting.  I felt very happy to be enjoying this camping trip with my
brother and his very cool friend.  We were all exhausted, so we turned in
and I fell asleep immediately.
	The next day was also a lot of fun.  We set out early to a deep
part in the creek where my brother knew we could catch some fish.  We
fished all morning and afternoon then returned to the camp to cook up our
catch for dinner.  My brother set to gutting and cleaning them up, and Tony
and I decided to head out and gather some more wood for the fire.  We ended
up walking a good way's away from our camp near along the bank of the
creek.  Tony stopped and looked out across the stream, stretching his arms
above his head and taking a deep breath.
	"Sure is beautiful out here, uh?"
	"Yeah," I concurred.  "I feel so relaxed out here, with nothing
else around."  Tony agreed, and then turned to look at me.
	"You wanna get high?" he asked, giving me that devilish grin.
Looking into his incredibly cute face, I couldn't say no.  Besides, it was
the first time we had really ever been alone together since we'd arrived, I
felt like it might be leading somewhere.
	"Okay," I said, nodding at him and smiling.
	"Cool," he said, sitting down on the bank of the stream and taking
out his weed.  I sat down beside him, close enough that our thighs were
touching.  Tony didn't move away, just kept to breaking up his weed.  He
rolled up the joint, licked it, then put it to his lips and lit it.  He
exhaled his hit and passed it to me.
	"Your brother's pretty cool, man, a real nice dude," he said as I
drew in the smoke.  I exhaled it, no coughing this time, either.
	"Thanks," I said stupidly, not knowing what else to say.  "You're
pretty cool yourself."  He smiled at me and my heart flip-flopped.  We
passed the joint back and forth silently for a couple of minutes, thick
with sexual tension.  Our fingers were starting to entwine as we passed it,
starting to feel the high creep up on us.  The more we smoked the closer
our bodies were touching, I could feel our arms and legs touching and it
was driving me crazy.  Finally, he broke the silence.
	"You wanna do a shotgun?"
	"What's that?" I asked.
	"It saves smoke.  I'll take a hit and then I'll pass the hit to
you."
	"Okay," I said, not really knowing what he was talking about.  He
took in a huge hit and held it for a minute.  Then he looked at me,
smiling, and pulled my head to his.  He gently held his lips to mine and
exhaled.  I took the cue and opened my lips against his, breathing in his
smoke.  When he was done we pulled away from each other, I held it for a
minute and then exhaled, blue smoke floating off into the air.
	"Now you do it for me."  My heart was beating like crazy, crazy
with sexual desire for my brother's studly friend.  I took a hit off the
joint and held it for a minute.  We looked at each other, and then moved in
towards each other.  We pressed our lips together, a little more urgently
this time, and I felt his soft lips start to move against mine as I exhaled
the smoke into his lungs.  I lost it.  I sucked on his lips and he sucked
harder, our tongues met and before you know it we were lost in a hot French
kiss.  I finished exhaling and pulled back to catch my breath.  He exhaled
the smoke into the air and turned back to look at me.  There was no denying
it now.  We moved towards each other and started making out, electricity
passing between us.  I was lost in the moment, my body surging with
excitement and desire.  We pressed our bodies closer together putting our
arms around each other and devouring each other's mouths.  I moved my hand
down his thick muscular back and grabbed onto his ass.  He moaned and
shoved his crotch into mine; I could feel his hard-on grind against mine.
He kissed down my face and sucked on my neck, pulling up my shirt.  His
thick hands moved up my smooth body, grabbing my pecs and tweaking my
nipples.  It felt incredible.  He moved his face to my chest and started
licking and sucking at my pecs and nipples.  I thought I might cum just
from the excitement of it.  He came back up and we continued to make out,
hands running everywhere trying to devour each other.  We ground our cocks
into each other, feeling the heat.  My cock was wet with pre-cum and hard
as a fucking rock, feeling his thick sausage press into it.  I had to taste
him.
	I reached for the bottom of his tucked-in shirt and ripped it out
from his pants.  I moved down his body and licked his hard, flat stomach,
making my way up to his thick and sculpted chest.  His chest had a small
amount of hair on it, surrounding fat, quarter-size nipples.  I took them
into my mouth and sucked hard.  He moaned and ran his hand through my hair,
down my back towards my ass.  I licked at grabbed at his muscular chest,
then slid down his body towards the top of his jeans.  Tentatively at
first, I moved my hand toward the bulging crotch of his jeans, and then I
pressed my hand into it.  Tony gasped and moaned.  I could feel its hard
thickness, poking upwards towards the top of his jeans; I rubbed my hand
down its length.  It seemed huge and ridiculously thick.  I unbuttoned the
top of his jeans while he looked down at me in anticipation.  His treasure
trail ran down his tanned, tight stomach into a pair of tight gray
underwear, a wet spot forming near where the large head of his cock rested.
I took his jeans all the way off and rested in between his hot, hairy
thighs.  I couldn't believe it, this gorgeous stud was mine to devour.  I
moved my face up to his underwear and felt the heat of his crotch, running
my nose and lips over his balls and up along his shaft.  I peeled the
underwear back to reveal the thickest piece of man-meat I had ever seen.
It was fat and smooth and uncut, his cockhead poking out of his thick
foreskin, dripping with precum.  I slid his underwear off and got a better
look at him.  His crotch was pretty hairy, with sexy, man-sized balls
hanging below his thick pipe.  Tony looked at me.
	"C'mon, buddy, do it," he said.  I didn't need any further
encouragement.  I reached down and hefted his meat up, then put my finger
up to the head and spread his precum around it.  Tony moaned.  I slid my
hand down the length of his cock, pulling the foreskin back from the head
and making him moan again.  I leaned down and licked the precum from the
head of his cock.  Then I put my mouth around the head and slid his hot
cock in my mouth and down my throat, massaging the underside with my
tongue.  Tony gasped and his legs shuddered in excitement.  I devoured his
meat, sucking it down to the root into the back of my throat.  I could feel
it pulse and become even harder.  I took it out and ran my tongue thickly
up its length, sliding my hands up Tony's thighs and onto his stomach.  I
toyed with his foreskin, putting my tongue under it and running it across
his sensitive cock head.  I had never seen an uncut cock before, let alone
gotten this close to one.  This guy couldn't be for real.
	I ran my hands down his back and on his ass, raising it up and
pushing more of his hot piece past my full lips and down my throat.  I
sucked his cock for all that it was worth, and felt him getting more and
more excited.  I reached down and grabbed his balls, lifting them up and
rubbing underneath them.  There was no going back now.  He started to tense
up and whispered in that hot voice, thick with sexual excitement, "I'm
gonna cum."  I continued slurping his fat cock in my mouth, hungry for his
load.  Grunting and gasping, he his cock swelled and pulsed in my mouth.
Tony looked down at me eating his cock, lost in total lust.  I felt thick
ropes of cream begin shooting out.  I swallowed it all greedily, my lips
wrapped tightly around his fat hog.  Tony fell back onto the grass and
closed his eyes, coming back down to earth.  I slid his cock out of my
mouth, milking it with my fist and swiping the last drops of his cum off
the tip with my tongue.  Tony breathed deeply and leaned up towards me.
	"Shit, you're so fuckin' hot."  He pulled my head to his and we
started making out again, him tasting his own cum from my mouth.  I was, of
course, rock hard at this point and leaking pre-cum like crazy.  Tony
wasted no time in pulling off my jeans and underwear.  He threw them off
into the grass and climbed in between my thighs, drinking in the sight of
my exposed cock and balls.  He gave my sizeable hard on a few hard strokes,
leaned down and started licking at my balls.  He licked up my balls along
my cock, I gasped at the sensation.  I reached down and ran my hands
through his thick hair.  He looked up at me and smiled that Joker-ish grin,
stroking my cock, and then opened his mouth and ran it down my shaft.  His
hands massaged my thighs, reaching underneath and grabbing my thick ass
cheeks.  He reached his thick fingers into the crack of my ass while
pistoning my cock down his throat, moving his fingers toward my sensitive
asshole.  He rubbed his thumb across my tight hole, making me gasp and jerk
upward, shoving more of my prick down his velvety throat.  He licked down
my balls again then lifted them up, licking below them.  He raised my legs
up off the ground and moved his tongue further down towards my hot pucker.
I breathed heavily in anticipation.  His hot tongue finally found my
asshole and swabbed across it, licking it wetly.  I gasped and felt my cock
jerk in his hand.
	He stroked my cock with his hand as he continued to probe my ass
with his tongue, working it into my hole.  I relaxed it and his tongue slid
in some more, I heard and felt him moan as he ate out my ass.  He pushed
his hot tongue into my slick asshole and I couldn't take it anymore.  With
no warning I started to shoot my load out of his pistoning hand.  He came
up from under me and immediately went down on my cock, swallowing it to the
root and drinking my entire copious load.  I nearly passed out, entered
another dimension.  It was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had.  As I
started to calm down Tony licked the last drops of cum off my deflating
cock, moaned sexily and laid his hot body on top of me.
	"Well, this is kind of a surprise," I offered.  We laughed and made
out a little bit more.
	"We'd better get back to your brother, eh?"  Tony said.
	"Yeah, I'll bet he's wondering where we are." Reluctantly, we got
up and started putting our pants back on.  We watched each other the whole
time, him smiling that incredibly sexy smile at me.  When we were all
dressed and composed, he walked toward me and pulled my body towards him.
	"I can't believe what a hot little fucker you are, we're gonna have
some fun on this trip."
	"What about my brother?" I wondered.
	"We'll just have to be careful.  We can wait till he's sleeping
tonight then go take a walk."  My heart beat faster.  I sure as hell was
going to have a fun time on this trip.  We started making out again and
soon our cocks were hard and throbbing for each other again.
	"Oh, man, I can't stand it.  I want you so bad," Tony said.  I
broke away from him and tried to regain my composure.
	"We better take it easy, we gotta get back to camp," I said.
	"Yeah, we better."  We started gathering up wood, bumping into each
other and grabbing each other every chance we got.  When we got back to
camp my brother was all finished and was stoking the fire.
	"What the hell took you fuckers so long?  This fire's about to die
out!  What were you two doin' out there, pulling your puds?"
	Little did he know...

To Be Continued...?

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