I went on a Sierra Club work trip when I was 18, cleaning up airplane wrecks in the mountains. All we had to do was chop up the wreckage and drag it into cargo nets in an open area where a helicopter would come to pick it up later. Then we had every afternoon free. Because the crashes usually happen on takeoff or landing, we were right by backcountry airstrips so we got food flown in to us regularly. It was pretty sweet, and great exercise. I made friends right away with another 18-year-old named Ben. He was from out of state. We were total opposites physically: I had a classic wrestler's build, short and stocky, dark skin, and very hairy with a perpetual 5 o’clock shadow; he had a total runner's build, at least 4" taller than me, rail-thin, and very pale and almost hairless. We got along great and were soon inseparable, though thoughts of sex hadn't entered my head...yet. One day I was cruising back toward camp and came to a small river and discovered Ben in there, bathing. He was wearing only a pair of white jockey shorts, which were soaked and stuck tightly to his body. As he turned around to see me, I realized he had a swollen erection bulging out of the tight fabric, extending sideways across his hip. I stared transfixed, for just a second longer than I should have. He looked down at himself, and gave me a grin and a “what can I say?” type of look. Embarrassed and ashamed I continued on, hoping he wouldn't say anything about it. It was so hot even at night, that all I wore was a pair of thermal underwear bottoms that I had cut down to form shorts. I woke up the next morning with a raging hard-on. I hadn't jacked off in a couple of days and I was dying for it. As I started stroking myself, the unbidden image of Ben's bulging crotch leaped into my mind. Shocked at myself, I yanked my hand out of my shorts and got out of my sleeping bag. My erection pressed insistently against the taut fabric. As ashamed of myself as I was, I still enjoyed the feeling of the erection and horniness and stood in the sun scratching my hairy belly. I'm blind as a bat without my glasses, and when I put them on, I saw Ben only 10 feet away staring at me intently from his sleeping bag. Having no idea how long he'd been watching me, I gave him the same “what the fuck?” look he'd given me yesterday. The day turned out to be a scorcher. By 11 it was too hot to work. Everyone was going to just hang out at camp, but Ben suggested a hike up the mountain behind the camp. Nobody else wanted to go, so he and I packed some water and sandwiches and set off up the hill. As we rose out of the valley, the air grew slightly less oppressive, though still scorching hot. We wound back and forth on a switchback trail. Once, my legs were just level with his eyes as I went around a corner and he exclaimed, "God, you've got hairy legs!" Without thinking I replied, "Yeah, especially the one in the middle." The moment I said it I thought, “You dumb shit! He's going to think you're some kind of perv.” But in kind of a reflective tone, he said, "Yeah, I noticed that." "Huh?" "Those thermal shorts you wear at night, when the sun's behind you in the morning, leave absolutely nothing to the imagination." "Why didn't you tell me?" "Well, you looked happy standing there and I didn't want to bum you out." After that we said nothing further and continued to climb up the hill. After about an hour we reached the top, and the view was incredible. We explored a bit, and in between two massive rocks we discovered a natural bowl that was filled with clear cool water, a perfect natural swimming hole on top of the mountain, in the middle of nowhere. Perfect! We hadn't brought swimsuits, but the water was so inviting, clearly there was no way we were going to stay out. I had my back to him as I got undressed and I had my head underwater when he joined me in the small pond, so neither of us saw each other full frontal. After a minute or two it got too cold and I got out and lay down on the flat rocks. My testicles are pretty big, and they were hanging back in between my legs in clear view. The sun warmed my body, and before I realized it, I was lying on top of a throbbing raging erection. My horniness of the last few days, coupled with the heat and the concept of being nude outdoors all combined. There was no way this penis was going to go away without stimulation. I began to feel intensely awkward. I felt his shadow over me as he got out of the water. "Man, that's a pair of eggs you've got there," he exclaimed, nudging my leg with his toes. He flopped down beside me on his stomach and we lay there in companionable silence. After about 15 minutes he said, "If you don't roll over, you'll get a sunburn." "Dude," I said, throwing caution to the winds, "I've got a massive hard-on and I'm a little ashamed about turning over." "Well,” he replied, "an erection you can make go away in a couple of minutes. But a sunburn will last the rest of the trip." I couldn't argue with that logic, so I rolled over. The movement of turning onto my back made my thick, swollen penis slide back and forth on my hairy belly, even further heightening my incredible rampaging horniness. "Besides," he continued, "I've got one too!" With that he rolled over and displayed a beautiful 9-inch penis lying on his belly, well past his navel. The two cocks were just like the rest of us: mine so dark and thick and shorter; his thinner and pale and so big and long. We just stared at each other and grinned. Without a word, we reached between each other's legs and started stroking our rigid penises. The sensation of touching a penis -- my own was so familiar, but it felt so strange to feel another guy -- the heat, the stiffness. What he was doing to me felt great, and I know he felt the same way, as he began softly grunting with pleasure. After a few minutes of this he said tentatively, "Do you think we...can I...?" and then bent over and put my thick cock in his mouth. The sensation was incredible. Angling myself carefully so I wouldn't fall out of his mouth, I turned around so I could repay the favor. The immediate sensation of my mouth being completely filled with hot male erection was incredible. I could smell the sweaty musk coming off his pubic hair, and taste the salty pre-cum leaking from him. The sensations in my cock as he sucked me were unbelievable. Our hips were moving back and forth almost instinctively and we were both starting to groan. Two powerful orgasms were obviously quite near. "Shit, man, no, I don't wanna…" he gasped out pulling my cock out of his mouth. He obviously didn't want me to cum in his mouth, and frankly I wasn't that crazy about him cumming in mine. So we stayed in the 69 position and began pulling each other's cocks again. Now totally wet and slippery with our saliva, as well as the greasiness of our copious pre-cum, you could easily hear the slippery squelching sounds of our hands on each other. The sensations were incredible, and in just a minute or two, our cries of pleasure rose into the air around us, as we shot volleys of sweet cream all over each other's hands and chests. We lay there gasping for a few minutes, and then went into the pond to clean the incredible amounts of semen off of each other. We caressed each other's genitals, pulling and tugging them gently. After lying on the warm rocks for about 30 minutes, we glanced over at each other and saw we were both erect again. This time, emboldened by the first experience, we sucked each other continuously and greedily to orgasm. With the volleys shot out of us the first time our cum was a lot less the second time, and although we both gagged a little bit on the saltiness and the taste, we both knew we had to make it happen for each other. We eventually reluctantly got dressed and returned to camp acting as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately, other than sneaking off a couple of times to jack off, we never got another chance to have sex alone together. And we went back to our lives in separate states. I often wonder what happened to him, and fantasize often about that afternoon on the mountain.
