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Warmth, I could feel warmth close to me. And I was dry too. That could only be a good thing. I also started remembering other things. We were out on a camping trip, four of us, friends from college days spending a week in a pair of cramped tents in the middle of nowhere. Craig, Danny, Curtis and myself. The holiday wasn’t going that well, and Curtis and I had gone off up the valley to clear the air. To tell the truth, we were both behaving like assholes.

Danny and I had gone out together for a while in college, but Craig and Curtis were both straight. That didn’t stop me fancying Craig though – he was a stereotype outdoors fit blonde, blue eyed hunk without any doubt. Curtis was bigger, darker and hairier and usually good fun to be around. I had gone up the valley with Curtis to find out why he was being such a miserable bastard. It turns out it was girl trouble apparently. I told him to get a grip and to forget about whoever it was, when he had slipped on the bluff and dragged me down into the river. We had thrashed around for a bit, trying to get a foothold, but the current took us down quickly. I remember grabbing onto Curtis’ coat and somehow finding solid ground, but that was about it.

More aware of my surroundings, I could feel that I was in a sleeping bag, a warm, dry sleeping bag. I opened my eyes to see Craig’s sky blue eyes looking at me from close by. Somehow he was also in the sleeping bag with me. This must be some sort of a dream – god knows the number of times I had imagined waking up to those gorgeous eyes. But it seemed more real than I could have hoped.

Sensing my confusion, Craig explained how he and Danny had heard shouting and had found Curtis and me thrashing in the water – apparently I had managed to haul Curtis to the side of the river, cold, wet and exhausted and we had both collapsed there. Craig and Danny managed to get us both back to camp where we had collapsed, blue with the cold from the glacier water we had been immersed in.

‘I zipped both of our sleeping bags together to make one big sleeping bag – that way I thought I could warm you up better’, he explained. Danny and Curtis were in the other tent, also trying desperately to warm up, he said

‘Boy, you look cold’, he added, and started to rub my shoulders with his hands, I could barely feel the movement and shuddered under his touch. Craig was wearing an old tee shirt, and I looked down myself to see that I had been stripped. Well, not quite. ‘Sorry, Matt, you were so wet we had to strip you off out of those clothes. I hope you don’t mind – I put a clean pair of my boxers on you – I was in a bit of a rush I guess’ I felt a bit more relieved that I wasn’t totally naked with him, but also a little turned on at the thought of wearing this sexy guy’s underwear.

‘I know – perhaps this will be better’ said Craig, reaching over and putting a pair of thick woolen walking socks onto his hands. He rolled me onto my back and started rubbing the rough socks over my skin. It was working; I was beginning to feel the sensation, and must have moaned out loud. It felt good--more than that it felt warm. The friction was certainly bringing feeling back into my skin, and Craig straddled over my lower back to get better coverage. I could just about feel the warmth of his thighs on my hips, and the pressure of his legs as he worked his sock covered hands over me.

‘It’s certainly getting the feeling back’ I said, feeling his hot breath on the back of my neck now – ‘and it sure feels good’. Craig carried on for a few minutes then stopped abruptly. ‘Well I guess it’s time for the front now’ he said, relaxing the pressure on my lower back, and slowly getting me to roll under him. He seemed a bit nervous, but I didn’t know why. I glanced down the space between us…. could it be… was that a bulge in his boxers? Surely not, but it seemed that way to me. As he settled back down over me, his tee shirt hid any hint of a hardon and he started massaging my chest and stomach with the socks. All sorts of thoughts were now racing through my mind – here I was, alone and almost naked, wearing Craig’s boxers, while he, himself was straddled over me, rubbing my chest and sporting a boner. Thoughts like that sure start to work on a guy’s circulation, and I began to feel my own cock stirring. I looked up into Craig’s face, he was pretending to concentrate on making sure I was warming up, but really just avoiding making eye contact. He seemed a little embarrassed. Was it me, or was he paying particular attention to my nipples? Just the thought that he might be made them spring out and become extra sensitive. Every rub with those socks turned me on even more, and soon I could feel my own cock stirring and bursting to get out of the boxers.

After a while, Craig let up with the rubbing and asked how I was getting along ‘much better’ I replied, ‘nice and warm now’ ‘great’ he said ‘ my arms are killing me !’ and with that he relaxed and sagged, all of his weight transferring onto my lap, crushing down onto my hard cock. Man, it couldn’t have been more obvious that I had a boner in there!

‘Sorry, dude’ was all he said, before wiggling his cute ass a little to get a bit more comfortable. A smile spread across his face ‘You know’ he went on ‘I’ve been sharing a tent with you all week and every night I wanted to just crawl into your sleeping bag like this…’ Damn! Why the hell hadn’t he said so! I had spent all those nights furtively getting a view of his hot ass while trying to hide my own growing cock, and all the time, he’d been after the same things as me.

I reached up and lifted his tee shirt to show his boxers bursting, with the top of his hardon poking out of the waistband. He pulled his shirt all the way off, showing me his blonde hairy chest with the wonderful trail of hair heading down to meet with the waistband of his boxers.

My own cock was stretching at the cloth of the borrowed boxers – they must have been at least two sizes smaller than I usually take, so it looked all the more impressive. ‘Looks like I had better get that out before you damage my undies; he laughed and with one finger flipped the waistband, releasing my cock and letting it spring out. Hooking the elastic under my balls made an impressive sight and he took hold of my cock in one hand while he released his own 7 inch gorgeous cock. Comparing them side by side, there wasn’t much in it – except that his was cut and mine wasn’t. “They make a good pair, eh?” he asked as my hand reached up to rub at his hard nipples.

Grinding our hips together and rubbing our cocks felt like heaven to me, and I looked intently into his face, lit with excitement as he started wanking our cocks slowly, on hand still with a sock on it rubbing my chest and pinching at my nipples. He closed his eyes and started moaning quietly, his hips building up a rhythm; his balls popped out of his boxers and started bouncing against my own. Man, I was so horned, I couldn’t believe it.

It didn’t take too long though before our breath started coming in gasps – both our cocks were swelling and were soon slick with pre-cum. Craig’s sock covered hand was pounding at both our cocks, I could feel the heat increasing from his cock and suddenly his gorgeous cock exploded. A jet of cum flew from his cock and landed on my chest, more and more spurted out landing on my neck, chin and chest. It was too much for me! Before he had finished, I too was cumming, our jizz mixing on my chest. It seemed to last for ever – cum spurting and dribbling and mixing and oozing over my warmed up body. Finally, Craig finished pumping and slowed to a slow stroking of our sticky cocks. Opening his eyes and looking down at me, he smiled ‘Christ, what a mess!’ He mopped up most of the cum with the socks he had used to warm me up with, and, both now exhausted, we curled up together and slept.

It was a few hours later that we woke, still curled together in the giant sleeping bag. Immediately, our hands started exploring each other’s bodies, coming together we kissed, deeply. I could feel his hands squeezing my ass cheeks through the boxer shorts that I was still wearing. My hands wandered down to find his own tight ass clothed in boxers. We both laughed at our efforts to get into each other’s underwear. ‘Hang on a sec’ I said, and, disentangling myself from Craig, I slipped the boxer shorts that he had put on me earlier that day down my legs. I then reached out to his waist and slowly pulled his own boxers off him, releasing his marvellous cock, watching it spring out and swell. As I finished drawing his underwear off, my face was halfway down Craig’s chest. I leaned forward and kissed his taut stomach, following the fuzzy trail down towards his waist, I heard him moan quietly and carried on kissing until I reached his now fully hard cock. Pausing for only a second, I continued kissing, starting at the base of his pulsing cock and working my way up to the glistening head of his uncut cock. Then licking round the top of his hot, hard meat, I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking. With one hand cupping his balls, I began sucking harder and deeper; soon almost all of his cock was in my mouth, filling my throat almost! I was in heaven.

Holding the back of my head, Craig was encouraging me, thrusting with his hips and pushing deeper and deeper. I broke away an, looking up saw the smile on his face. I wriggled back up so that we were face to face. Craig was just reaching for my balls when there was a cough outside. We froze. It must be either Danny or Curtis. Suddenly the silence was broken by Danny calling out ‘hey guys, you two getting on okay?’ Quickly rearranging ourselves just in time for Danny to unzip the tent flap and poke his grinning face in, but feeling Craig’s hot thick cock against my thigh, it was difficult to keep a straight face. Craig managed to say all the right things without making it obvious that his hand was sliding down my stomach towards my crotch!

Danny took a last look around the tent to see that we were okay and disappeared. If only he knew how close he was to catching us in the middle of an amazing blowjob session! Danny always went for beefier guys than me and Craig – guys more like Curtis. I bet he had enjoyed ‘warming up’ Curtis, but not as much as Craig and I were getting on! Craig’s grin spread across his face as Danny’s head disappeared out of the tent, and his hand grasped my hard cock firmly. Licking his lips, his head quickly slipped down under the sleeping bag and soon I felt the warmth of his tongue exploring my cock and balls and enveloping my hardon.

I don’t know where he learned how to suck cock, but it was the best blowjob I’d had in years. His tongue explored all the way round my cockhead, round my foreskin and up and down my shaft, all the time, his hands cupping and squeezing my aching balls. We worked round until we were in a 69 position and I started to suck on his cock again. I don’t know how we never managed to alert the other two guys, what with all the slurping and sucking and moaning, but it wasn’t long before Craig’s expert tongue action had my balls clenching and the cum started welling up inside me. I managed to whisper to Craig that I was about to cum, and he just grabbed my cock more firmly and sucked harder. I couldn’t hold it in, but let fly with my cum.

Craig swallowed about three mouthfuls, and then pulled away, a small amount spilling from his lips. As he was swallowing, suddenly his own cock swelled in my mouth and gushed with his hot cum. Greedily I swallowed down the lot, waiting until his cock went soft in my mouth. Smiling, and kissing once more, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

It must have been after midnight that we woke again, this time to a strange noise outside the tent. Neither of us could make out what it was, but it seemed to be coming from about where Danny and Curtis’ tent was pitched, a few yards away from ours.

We looked out of the tent into the darkness, but there was nothing except a glow from Danny’s tent, but the noise, a kind of grunting, interspersed with shushing noises was definitely coming from there. Craig and I looked at each other and nodded. We crept quietly to the flap of Danny’s tent which was half open. No mistaking those grunting noises now! Peeping round the corner, Craig beckoned me over – we both sneaked a look. I couldn’t believe it! Curtis was naked and lying on his back, his ass supported by a backpack, whilst Danny was kneeling between his legs, cock buried up to the hilt in Curtis’ ass. That was the source of the moaning – Curtis was really getting into this, and Danny was trying to keep Curtis quiet by saying shhh at him. Judging by the look on Curtis’ face, there was no way that Danny would succeed in keeping this quiet. Danny reached down to Curtis’ cock and lifted it up. It was massive! I knew Danny had a thing for well hung guys, but even he must have been pleased with this monster. It must have been 9 or 10 inches long at least, and as thick as a wrist at the base.

A couple of strokes more and another grunting moan from Curtis, and Danny started slowly fucking his ass. Judging by the look of effort on Danny’s face, Curtis had a good, tight hole and a muscular butt. Danny reached down and ran his hands through Curtis’ hairy chest. The extra movement and the rhythmic fucking made Curtis cry out louder this time. I looked over at Craig, kneeling next to me with his cock standing proud. My own cock was rising like a flagpole in my hand, and instinctively my free hand reached round to start playing with Craig’s ass, sliding a finger up and down the crack and teasing his sweet hole. He looked over to me, smiling, and I knew then that he wanted me to fuck him too, just like Danny was plowing into Curtis.

As we were looking at each other, cocks in hand, the tent flap suddenly drew open and both Curtis and Danny’s heads popped out. Craig and I both froze, my finger just pushing into his asshole. ‘Hey guys – looks cold out there!’ said Danny. Curtis looked kind of embarrassed. ‘C’mon in’ suggested Danny. There was little point in trying to hide anything, especially our erections, so we crawled on in behind Danny and Curtis. There wasn’t much space in Danny’s tent, but the sleeping bags and clothes on the floor made it all a bit more comfortable.

After a few initial blushes, and a little awkwardness, Curtis knelt over and raised his ass for Danny to explore again and soon he was fucking Curtis good and hard. Craig knelt in front of Curtis, and he greedily started slurping on Craig’s cock. I manoeuvred behind Craig and started rubbing at his warm hole with my finger, kissing the back of his neck. He arched his back towards me and whispered that he wanted to be fucked too. I nudged my cock against his crack; there was enough pre-cum on it to lube a jumbo. Holding onto his hips, I slowly started to push my cock against Craig’s ass. My cockhead broke through the ring and I suddenly slipped into his warm insides. Craig let out a loud gasp, and there must have been some other reaction as Curtis gagged against Craig’s cock. Curtis must have tightened his own ass as this happened, as I looked forward to see Danny’s face light up as his own cock was crushed by Curtis’ ass.

We carried on like this for several minutes, me fucking Craig’s ass while he was sucked off by Curtis, who in turn was being fucked by Danny.

Danny was the first to cum, pulling his cock out and shooting his load over Curtis’ back. Craig and I both disengaged and knelt either side of Curtis and our own loads quickly joined Danny’s on Curtis’ broad, strong back. We all lay back and watched Curtis as he straightened up and took a grip on his own massive cock and shot the most enormous load I have ever seen. Jet after jet of cum sprayed everyone in the tent like a shower!

After cleaning up, Craig and I headed back to our tent to grab a few more hours sleep before having to pack up the next day, not after another long slow early morning fuck session though! We headed separately home but with the promise that we would meet up again – and soon! Craig and I went on several holidays together as well as with Danny and Curtis. Craig moved in with me, and Danny and Curtis also set up home close to us, so we managed to get together at least once a month – sometimes setting up a tent in the back yard, just for old times’ sake!