I thought. I knew there was no one around for miles, so I had no reason to be modest. I watched Brian pull down his shorts and stand at the water’s edge in his cum-stained skivvies. He looked away from me and pulled them off too. This was my first time seeing him buck naked. His cut dick hung heavily, five inches soft, over a pair of big hairless balls. He stepped into the lake and dove forward, giving me a view of his perfectly white, perfectly round butt. I hurried out of my clothes and jumped in after him.

We swam around for about ten minutes before pulling our naked bodies up onto the rocks. The towels were packed too, so we stretched out in the sun to dry. I was nervous as hell but did my best to be nonchalant. Brian told me his shoulders were sore from the day’s workout and asked if I would give him a backrub, offering to return the favor. I was sore too and said sure.

He lay down on his stomach and I knelt beside him. Reaching out for him I kneaded the stiff muscles of his neck and shoulders, thinking about how I’d like to be massaging another stiff muscle of his. Brian sighed and told me how good it felt. My heart was racing as I caressed his back, and I tried to keep my excitement from showing. It wasn’t working. My dick was starting to firm up and while I hoped he wouldn’t notice, there was a part of me that wanted him to see just what he was doing to me. As long as he kept his eyes closed I would be alright. It was delicious torment.

Brian began to talk about how much he loved this place, being out of the city, away from everyone, where a guy could be free and a part of nature. He told me he couldn’t imagine being here with anyone else. I agreed.

Then he asked if I was ready for my backrub. As much as I needed his strong hands on my skin, I was afraid that if I stopped he would open his eyes and see my obvious erection, so I kept massaging his back. Finally he said he’d had enough and sat up. I quickly turned and lay down before he had a chance to even look in my direction. My cock was as hard as the granite I was laying on and it hurt a little to be pressing against it, but I had no choice.

Brian straddled me and when he planted his weight on my ass, I cried out in pain. He jumped up and asked me if I was all right. I turned and looked over my shoulder and saw that he too had a hard-on. Nine inches long and rolling with foreskin, it jutted out from him at a slightly eastward angle, curving gracefully towards the sky. I rolled onto my back and let him see my own stiffness. He smiled and said he was sorry for squishing my willy. I said he had a big cock, and then suggested that I might sit up straight and he sit behind me.

He rubbed all of the stiffness out of my neck and shoulders for about fifteen minutes, both of us sporting wood.