Before I reached my climax, I stopped him from his intent lathering of his own genitals. I soaped his thicket, pouch of jewels, and some of his crotch behind. While stroking his rising cock with increased lather, my other hand created the exquisite friction that sent the heat and tension through my loins and out my cock. The first shot of ejaculatory fluid managed to elude many of the rushing drops spewing in the shower and strike the wall of the stall closest to me.

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The shower and sex rejuvenated me. We both toweled off refreshed and when I wasn't looking; he gave me a sharp snap in the ass with his tightly wrapped towel, as if we were years younger in a high school locker room. His aim was dead on and the smarting feeling I suffered behind was worth it to see him gallivant naked, his dick and nut sac jerking and flopping about, to compliment his merriment.

It had been dark for at least an hour and we thought it best to unload the SUV with all but the most inessential items and organize our effects for the next day's hike. It was getting chilly and we had neglected to don our shirts. Back inside, opening the fridge for another round of beers, I slipped off my shorts and was unclothed again. Bob noticed this.

"Wait a minute stud, can't we at least relax before we fool around, again."

"What the hell, we're in here just by ourselves. What point is there in wearing any clothes? I was just thinking about cranking up that fireplace."

With a slightly vacant expression, my roommate mulled over this way of settling in. "I don't have an answer to that Blonde, so you must be right.' I heard the reassuring zip and he was pealing off his jeans to reveal all his charms again. Removing his second foot out of his pant leg he thought out loud, "I wonder if Anne and I would have spent all our time together naked if we were alone in the cabin. It usually is only in the warm summer evenings when we take our showers after coming home that we don't bother to put on any clothes."

He smiled as he recollected these moments of leisure. "We learned the hard way to keep a pair of my jeans by the front door in case company decided to visit." I heard him chuckle as he peered at my bare ass bent over the fireplace. I had noticed that the Park Service hospitality was even astute enough to provide ample starter kindling to assist in building a fire. With the help of that day's edition of the local newspaper, I had a blazing and crackling fire to ward off any chill that might irritate our nudity. We sat at the handcrafted sofa and began a long conversation. Swilling one beer after another, we spoke of professional sports, horses, camping and hiking, his girlfriend and girls in general, and my proclivities towards men and how men enjoy each other's company. I was still in awe of him; still "bowled over" and nervously distracted by the beauty of his nakedness. No matter how he was posed on the sofa, I was dumbfounded at how artfully his genital organs would hang between his legs. From time to time as I would respond to something he had to say, I would embarrassingly lose my train of thought.

Indulging in cliched cultural jargon, my amused companion recited, "him with pale hairs