Gay Erotic Stories

Fellow Campers By motn007 It was the weekend after the July 4th holiday. A group of us guys met at the little breakfast shop just one mile from the St. Louis Airport like we did every year for the past 15 years. We have been buddies since college. Some of us have been married, divorced, and /or have had children. But despite these lifetime achievements, tragedies, whatever you want to call them, we still managed to get together every year. This year's trip was to be a canoeing trip with three days and nights of camping in Southern Missouri. The usual guys met: Michael, Richard, Sambo, Pale, Terry, Joseph, James and myself. However, this year, another joined our ranks. His name was Perry. Perry had never been in a canoe and much to my dismay, he became my canoeing partner after my usual partner, James, woke up the morning of the canoe trip sick as a dog with what appeared to be the flu. The morning of the canoe ride down the Black River we readied our gear and positioned our canoes. Perry climbed in the canoe ahead of me and I pushed us off and managed to jump into the canoe without tipping it. While I steered, Perry used his (thankfully strong) arms to push our canoe swiftly through the waters of the Black River. Twice we stopped under the overhanging trees to let the others catch up. For a man who had never been in a canoe, Perry was catching on rather quickly. "Come on, let's go swimming," I suggested after we had stopped for the third time. We tied off the canoe and Perry lifted himself up out of the canoe by grabbing on to an overhanging branch and dropped down into the water. I was most impressed. I did the same and ended up falling out of the canoe clumsily when my wet hands slipped on the branch above me. Laughing heartily, Perry splashed me when I came up out of the water choking and spitting a curse or two. "You're very nice, you know," said Perry with a smile. It was the most he had said to me all morning. Most of the conversation that had gone on between us was regarding me directing him on how to properly paddle while I steered the canoe. "Thanks," I replied. I wanted to ask him about his job, his life, or something just to keep the conversation going, but instead all I could do was manage a smile. Suddenly, Perry dove under the water and disappeared briefly only to come up about 15 feet away from me. Shaking his shaggy hair he said, "Catch!" and threw something at me. It was his shorts. "Put those in the canoe, will ya?" "Uh, sure..." I said rather quietly. I noticed once he was "short-free" he began to swim and dive and splash around like a kid. Swimming naked looked fun. "What the hell," I said and took off my own shorts and flung them into the nearby canoe as well. I'll be damned if he wasn't right. Swimming naked in the Black River was quite a rejuvenating experience. Before long, we were splashing at each other and roughhousing under the large weeping willow tree where we had tied our canoe. When we rested for a second, I had barely caught my breath when Perry, quite unexpectedly, leaned forward and kissed me softly on the mouth. No man had ever done that to me. Being raised in a home where “that” was never discussed, I always figured it would be a most disgusting experience. Instead, much to my surprise, I found that I quite enjoyed it. So, I kissed him back. Perry moved closer to me. His hands slowly canvassed over my chest. The feeling of this simple intimacy was quite overwhelming. I couldn't help but gasp. I kissed him again. It was then that our buddies and their canoes caught up with us. However, since we were tied under that vast willow tree, they didn't see us as they passed by. Perry and I exchanged a brief mischievous glance as they passed. Neither of us gave away our "position", as it were. After the last of our buddies was out of earshot, Perry growled, "Come here." He pulled me closer and kissed a trail from my mouth, down my chin to the base of my neck and back around to my ear, following the line of my jaw. His intensity was staggering. I must admit, I was a bit embarrassed about the fact that I was getting quite aroused. I moved back from Perry slightly and looked at his face. His eyes were the most compassionate kind eyes I had ever seen. He pulled me to him again and whispered, "Don't be afraid to touch me." Not having any experience in this type of encounter, I wasn't sure what he was trying to insinuate. Taking a chance, and also out of curiosity, I reached down and touched his manhood. I must have understood him correctly because he hissed a "Yes..." and held me tighter. I had seen other men naked before at the gym. But I had never touched one. I was therefore quite surprised how quickly Perry responded to my touch. As I gently stroked him under the water I could feel this calm and otherwise contained man begin to lose control. Before long, my ministrations paid off. He came. He was panting and holding me close and kissing me all at the same time. I was quite delighted that I was the one who made him tremble like that. I never thought that the next few words out of my mouth would ever be mine, but I whispered in his ear, "Perry, I need you now...now, Perry..." I must have sounded desperate. Perhaps I was, but Perry was quite happy to comply. He circled around me so that he was standing behind me. He reached around and stroked my aching erection as gently as I had stroked his. His touch was absolutely incredible. He teased me right were I liked it. How did he know that? He ran his fingers along the underside slowly and followed it up with an almost rough stroke. He cupped my balls while he bit playfully on my neck. Before long, I was begging for release. He easily allowed it when his stroking increased to a maddening tempo. "Oh, God!" I screamed when I came. My knees buckled under me and Perry ended up supporting me from behind while he whispered comforting words into my ear. It was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. The rest of the canoe trip and camping was nowhere near as erotic as our little encounter under the willow tree. But I made it clear to Perry that he was invited to next year's trip. And I do believe he'll be there. -fin