the day on these camp outs when I have to think about pitching camp in our reserved space, but I look forward to us getting back to our cabin and getting 'nekkid' again." So did I.

My legs were starting to ache as we wearily reached the cabin, but I was happy to be in secure privacy with my trail mate once more. The excitement bulging between my legs proved it. He gave me another knowing wink and a smile as he unlocked the door. The door closing behind us was the signal to drop everything. I repeat, everything. Our grabbing and tearing motions were testament to our frantic haste to deprive each other of all our clothes. Birthday suited with fully excited sex organs, we wrapped each other in our arms and kissed in passionate embrace. Wet firm exploring tongues probed in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually he pushed me away, as if revived by the nurturance of each other's comforting warmth. "Hooooeeeee! . . . . Yeeeaaah" He ran about the cabin and no particular direction, his sumptuous animated meat flailing around.

"AaaaaAAAAAaaaaa!" He beat his chest like Tarzan. At one point he stopped to violently fling open the refrigerator door and grab two cold bottled brews. Tossing one to me, its slipperiness nearly evaded my catch again. "First one in the shower gets his cock blown!" He had a head start on me, jumping over the coffee table, gesticulating noises in the fashion of the popular favorite of a famous comedy trio. Joining him in the shower stall five seconds later, he slips behind me and wraps an arm hold around my neck: an inescapable head lock. "Now I've got you, my little cock sucking friend. Want a shower?" He thrusts me directly under the highly pressured water. "I bet I could never clean you of your hankering for fat cock." Unexpectedly, he releases me, letting loose another silly giggle. "God, I should hope not!" He clenched me about the neck again, unconvincingly thrusting raised knuckles into the top of my head: what in childhood we called 'noogies'.

Suddenly, he backed away and posed himself in a boxing stance. He briefly cupped his right hand raised up waving his fingers, signaling me to accept his exuberant challenge. I swiped a couple of jabs at him knowing that he had a decisive advantage over me in height and reach. Besides, we both had lost arousal and his luscious dick was swinging and jiggling about to his abbreviated Ali-like dance. The reader should know me well enough by now. This distraction rendered me incapable of any conceivable defense. "Come on, Blonde. . . Show me what you got, man. Don't look down there. Make a go for me" A failed right from me prompted an effective left from him, poking me directly in my left eye.

Flinching back, I prepared to swipe again until I saw the expression of horrified concern on his face. He urgently cupped my head in his fervent hands. "Oh I am so sorry, man. Did I hurt you?" I became concerned myself with the look of genuine panic that painted his visage. He assisted me out of the shower stall and grabbed a towel, ignoring the still straining faucets. Starting to wipe about the head first, he continued his effusive apologies. "I am such an ass." He tried to humor me again. "Who the hell do I think I am hurting the person who loves my cock the most? I don't know what to say.