My Best Friend
Fred and I had attended schools together from Elementary through High School. We’ve been best friends and have stayed best friends all these years. Even when Fred got married to Marsha, I was the best man. He and Marsha have two children, a boy and a girl. I adore those kids; they call me Uncle Mike, even though I am not a blood relative. It's just that I am around them so much I even baby sit while Fred and Marsha go to the movies, etc. We always go on trips together, camping, touring, etc. I'm just one of the family.

I have always had a secret crush on Fred although I would never mention it to him because he is super straight. We are both in our mid 20s. Fred is 6 foot 2 inches and since he and I work out a lot, he has a very muscular, but soft, body. He has the most vivid blue eyes and dark brown hair. Of course, I have seen Fred naked from when we would shower in school or at the gym. His flaccid cock is a good 6 inches and I have on occasion seen him erect at times. Mostly just pee hardons but I would say he’s at least 8 and a half or 9 inches.

As for me, I'm 6 foot, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, with a 7 inch cock. I have been gay ever since I could remember but as far as I knew, Fred never suspected. He never made comments about gays, if we would see one somewhere. I know, even though he was straight, he was not homophobic. The only time he said anything was once when we saw a very swishy gay guy. Fred's comment was, "Live and let live."

I had dreamed about having sex with Fred but I always woke up to the reality that he is just my best friend and I wouldn't want to jeopardize our friendship by making a move on him. So, for years, I’ve just fantasized until one event.

Marsha wanted to go see her parents for 3 weeks in Milwaukee and take the kids. Fred couldn't go because he had to work and could only get the weekends off. I took Marsha and the kids to the Airport and she suggested that Fred and I take a camping and fishing trip one of the weekends she would be gone. I agreed to ask him if he would like to do that.

Fred and I decided to go out for dinner on the first night Marsha was away. We went to a local San Francisco fish restaurant and then when I suggested we go camping. He was all for the idea and suggested that we go that weekend.

We packed the SUV with camping and fishing gear and headed out for the Sierra Mountains. We wound up on the Feather River where there are several rustic camping areas. As we started unpacking, Fred realized he had forgotten to pack his sleeping bag. I told him that mine was big enough to accommodate both of us. Besides we both knew we would probably not be sleeping inside the bag since it was so warm in the evenings.

We set up the tent, I fixed us something to eat and we built a small campfire. I had taken plenty of beer and booze along. We both liked Scotch and sat by the campfire, drinking our and talking about all