sleeping bag and laid it out on the ground. He stood in the red glow, every glistening muscle on his lean body accentuated by the flickering deep shadows only a fire can make, his bangs hanging across his dark eyes, his eager, rock hard meat pointing my way. I could see a drop of clear dew on the tip calling out to me. He looked like Dionysus.

I stood, facing him and paused for a moment, soaking in the vision. Then I slowly peeled my shorts off and stepped into his arms. I pulled him closer to me, feeling the wonderful sensation of his hard flat chest against mine. My stomach fluttered when it touched his and our cocks pressed against each other, trapped between us. He didn’t kiss me, but gently bit my neck. Sweat and pre-cum were making us slippery and we worked up a grinding rhythm, sending waves of pleasure through my dick straight to the center of my being. It was as if the moment before ejaculation was drawn out into a steady, whole-body buzz. This blissful state went on for some time until Brian spoke.

“Let’s lay down,” was all he said. His words broke the spell, but I had to take a second to even know where I was and what was happening. It was like a dream. I can still remember the smell of his skin. We melted into the soft flannel lining of his sleeping bag. He stretched out on his back and I beside him, caressing his chest and teasing his cock. I brought my hand close, only to pull it away again and again.

“Oh please suck it!” he hissed. I reached my hand around his manhood and gave it a couple of strokes. It was a wholly different sensation to be touching another man’s cock. It was hot and I could feel everything that was happening inside of him through it; his pulse, his breathing and the simmering electric sensation that was passing between us. His pole was much longer than mine and I marveled at how far my hand had to travel to get from base to tip. Leaning over him, I began to French kiss his flat belly-button while slowly jacking him. I laved it with my tongue, enjoying the salty taste. If dick tasted anything like this, I was going to like it. I moved my hand down to his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers. They too were bigger than mine and I caressed the sensitive backside of his scrotum letting my fingers stray towards his taint. Brian moaned and pressed hard against my touch. The smell that rose from his ripe loins hit me like a drug. Deeply I inhaled the musky funk, the scent tripping an internal switch, making me crave more.

With my right hand on his nut-sack and my left rubbing his hard chest, I lowered my mouth over him for the first time. I pressed my lips to his cock and felt its heat. I licked the cum-tube from base to tip, savoring the new flavor, and then just opened wide and took the end into my mouth. Swirling my tongue against the sensitive underside of my friend’s crown, I felt I’d lived my whole life for this one moment. Brian began to writhe under me as I jacked him while sucking his