“You’re going to need this,” Mark said, tossing the life jacket to me.
“Thanks, Mark,” I said, “but I have just realised that I left my swimming trunks at home, and we have to keep our clothes dry, so what am I to do?”
Mark looked at me and laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, it seems like you’re going to have to rely on your tighty whities for the trip,” he said, slapping me on the back. His laugh was contagious, and soon we were both chuckling at the absurdity of the situation.
I pulled on the life jacket, feeling slightly more at ease despite the tighty whities situation. “At least I’ll be easy to spot if we capsize,” I quipped, trying to make light of my wardrobe malfunction. “I packed everything else for our trip, the tent, cooking stuff and supplies, but left my trunks at home. Can you believe it?”
Mark shrugged, adjusting his red swimming trunks under his life jacket. “You will be fine, and where we are going, no one will see you. The only thing you have to think about is how wet they might get,” he said with a smirk. “Besides, we have everything else, as you said, if we decide to camp out for the night.”
Mark had always been the more daring one between us, comfortable in his skin. His white t-shirt stood out against the vibrant red of his shorts, a stark contrast to my white t-shirt and underwear ensemble.
“I guess so,” I replied, stepping to the water’s edge with the canoe fully packed and secured as I looked at the lake and the beauty of the surrounding countryside.
The lake was a mirror of the blue sky, the surface only ruffled by the occasional fish jumping for an insect. Trees lined the banks, their green leaves whispering secrets to each other in the light breeze. The serene scene was a stark contrast to the mild embarrassment I felt at the prospect of paddling around in my underwear. But Mark had a point; the secluded spot was ideal for a bit of harmless fun as we both shoved off into the lake, Mark sitting at the front and I at the back.
Mark and I had been friends since childhood. He was straight and I was gay. We hadn’t ever done anything together sexually, but he had a fabulous body that I envied. I wasn’t bad myself, but Mark went to the gym and took care of his body with a fanaticism I didn’t share. However, Mark had told me once that he envied my size when he compared me to himself. Strange comment, I know, but that’s the way we were. We talked about everything, including size.
So, we paddled away from the shore, and the sound of our laughter grew softer until it was nothing more than an echo in the distance. The canoe was surprisingly stable, and I felt a thrill of excitement as the water sprayed against my bare legs with each paddle stroke. The coolness of the lake was a refreshing contrast to the warm sun that kissed my skin.
The river that exited the lake was a serene stretch of water, lulling us into a gentle rhythm that mirrored the calmness of the lake. The current was light, allowing us to glide effortlessly along the surface. We chatted idly about our jobs and our plans for the weekend as we followed the river’s meandering path. The conversation flowed as naturally as the water beneath us, and for a while, my embarrassment over my lack of proper attire was forgotten.
The river grew wider, the banks lusher, and before we knew it, we were approaching the first set of white water. My heart raced as the gentle ripples grew into frothy waves. Mark’s eyes lit up with excitement as we approached the rapid transit. “Hold on tight!” he called over the growing roar of the water.
The canoe bucked and dipped as we plunged into the rapid. Water splashed over the sides, soaking my clothes, but the exhilaration of the moment was worth it. I clutched the sides, my knuckles white with tension as we navigated the churning river. The world around us was a blur of spray and greenery, the only constant the roar of the water and Mark’s cries of delight as we shot through the white water.
As we emerged on the other side, I couldn’t help but laugh, the thrill of the ride making me feel alive. Mark was dripping with water, and I wasn’t much better as I smoothed my hair, forcing the water to cascade down my neck and back.
“That was amazing!” I exclaimed, panting slightly as we slowed the canoe and let the river carry us towards a calmer area.
Mark nodded in agreement, his face flushed with excitement. “Let’s take a break,” he suggested, pointing to a small clearing on the bank where a few picnic benches had been set up. The area looked like a perfect spot to rest and grab a bite to eat. “We can dry off and enjoy the view, and from what I can see, there is only a hiker there, I assume, because I can’t see another canoe.”
We steered the canoe towards the picnic area, the calmness of the river making it an easy task. Once we reached the shore, we dragged the canoe onto the sandy bank and climbed out. I was grateful for the break, my legs feeling a little shaky from the adrenaline rush, and I was saturated from the rapids with a pool of water swishing back and forward at the bottom of the canoe, which we would have to deal with.
As we stood on the shore, Mark looked at me and laughed. “Steve, you should see yourself. Your t-shirt is transparent from the water, and I can see your tighty whities and… everything underneath.”
“You’re kidding me,” I responded, looking down to assess the level of transparency of the wet fabric.
I blushed at the sight of my body, clearly visible under the soaked fabric of my t-shirt and tighty whities, with very little of my skin tone unrecognisable. I also looked at the stranger whose stare was unmistakable.
“Steve, seriously, I can see everything including your cock and pubic hair.”
“Well, there’s not much I can do about it,” I responded, trying to ignore him and the hiker’s stare, focusing instead on setting out our food and towels to dry off. Mark, ever the show-off, didn’t seem to care at all. He strutted over to the bench with a cocky grin, his confidence unshaken.
“You okay over there?” Mark called out to the hiker, who had yet to tear his gaze away from me. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
The hiker, a man in his mid-twenties with a scruffy beard and a backpack slung over one shoulder, looked up at Mark with a start, his cheeks colouring slightly. He quickly averted his eyes and mumbled something about not expecting company. Mark’s laugh boomed through the clearing as he slapped me on the back again. “He’s just enjoying the view, aren’t you, buddy?”
I rolled my eyes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. “Thanks for pointing that out, Mark,” I murmured under my breath. The hiker, though, continued to stare, ignoring the awkwardness of the moment.
Mark and I sat down on the bench opposite the hiker and began to unpack our lunch. The smell of cold sandwiches and fruit filled the air, making my stomach growl. I grabbed a towel and started to dry off, acutely aware of the hiker’s occasional glances in my direction. Mark, ever the opportunist, took this as a cue to start a conversation.
“So, what brings you out here?” Mark asked the hiker, his tone friendly and inviting.
The man looked up, seemingly grateful for the distraction. “Just passing through,” he said with a shy smile. “I’m on a multi-day hike through the national park. I didn’t expect to run into anyone, especially not a half-dressed water nymph,” he said, nodding towards me with a smirk.
I couldn’t help but blush at the compliment, despite the teasing undertone. Mark chuckled. “Well, you’ve had quite the show today. This is just what happens when you forget your swimming trunks,” he said, winking at me.
The hiker’s gaze flickered back to me, and I felt a strange connection between us. His eyes held a curiosity that was more than just about the sight of my wet underwear. There was something deeper, something that made my heart skip a beat. But I brushed it off, attributing it to the adrenaline still pumping through my veins from the rapids.
“I’m Mark, by the way, and this is my buddy, Steve,” Mark said, extending his hand.
The hiker took it firmly. “I’m Tom,” he said. “Nice to meet you both, and thanks for the view. You don’t often see such a sight.”
“What sight?” Mark asked, knowing full well what the hiker was referring to as he looked at me, understanding the embarrassed pain and discomfort I was feeling.
Tom chuckled nervously, “Oh, I just meant the…uh…the canoe ride. You guys looked like you had a wild time on the rapids,” he said, quickly averting his gaze.
Mark laughed at the hiker’s comment. “Yeah, right,” he responded.
Tom took a deep breath and looked back at me, “Seriously, I’m sorry if I was staring, it’s just I’ve never seen anyone so… comfortable in their skin. You looked like a Greek statue out there.”
I couldn’t help but feel a little flattered by Tom’s words, despite the awkwardness of the situation. “Thanks,” I managed to reply, “It’s all Mark’s doing. He convinced me to come out here without the right gear.”
Mark grinned at me, not missing the tension in the air. “Don’t blame me,” he said, “you’re the one who forgot your trunks.”
I glared at him but couldn’t hold back a laugh. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Hey, if it makes your day more interesting, I’m all for it,” Mark whispered back, nudging me playfully.
As we sat down to eat, I couldn’t help but feel Tom’s eyes on me, and Mark noticed it too. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “I think he’s totally into you, man,” he murmured, his voice filled with mischief. “And he’s gay. Did you see the way he couldn’t stop staring?”
I rolled my eyes, trying to play it cool. “You think everyone is into me,” I responded, tearing into my sandwich. But deep down, I couldn’t deny that Tom’s gaze had made my stomach flutter in a way that was more than just embarrassment.
Mark leaned back on the bench, watching me with a knowing smile. “Well, when did you last talk to a guy, Steve?” he asked, popping a grape into his mouth.
I took a bite of my sandwich, chewing thoughtfully before I responded. “It’s been a while, Mark,” I admitted, trying to keep the conversation light. “But that doesn’t mean I’m desperate enough to make a move on the first one I see in the woods.”
But Mark wasn’t one to let things go easily. He nudged me with his elbow, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Go on, Steve, live a little. Just go over and say hello to the guy. What’s the worst that can happen?”
I took a deep breath and set my half-eaten sandwich down. “Alright,” I said, standing up. “But only because you’re an ass.” I walked over to Tom, trying to ignore the squelch of water in my shoes and the clinging of my wet t-shirt and my very transparent tighty whities.
Tom looked up as I approached, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the full view of me. “Hi,” I began, trying to sound casual. “I’m Steve. Mark over there said I should come and introduce myself. So, how many Greek statues have you met on your hike?” I hoped that my cheekiness would break the tension.
Tom’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled back. “Just the one,” he said, gesturing to the bench beside him. “Please, have a seat.”
The awkwardness of the situation didn’t dissipate entirely, but as we talked, I found myself relaxing. Tom was easy to talk to, and his stories of his hikes and adventures were captivating. His voice was deep and soothing, and there was something about the way his eyes held mine that made me feel seen in a way I hadn’t in a long time.
“So, Tom, how far are you going?” I asked. “Mark and I are going down river for approximately thirty miles until we get to Dawson City.”
“Dawson City, huh?” Tom’s eyes lit up. “I’ve heard great things about the place. I’m headed in that direction myself, but I’m taking the scenic route through the woods. I’ve got a tent and supplies for a few more days.”
“That’s so cool,” I replied. “We should be there by nightfall, or otherwise we might have to pitch a tent ourselves. Mark, do you think we will make it by nightfall?” I shouted.
“If you don’t distract me with your flirting!” Mark shouted back with a grin, clearly enjoying the situation.
“Sorry about Mark, Tom, he can be a real ass sometimes.”
Tom chuckled. “It’s all good. I can see he’s just looking out for you.”
He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on my wet t-shirt before meeting my eyes again. “But I have to admit, Steve, it’s not often I get to see someone so… well, so clearly defined,” he said with a blush, his voice dropping slightly as Mark joined us on the bench.
“So, Tom,” Mark began, his tone teasing, “you enjoying the scenery?”
Tom’s cheeks reddened slightly, and he nodded. “Yeah, it’s been quite the… adventure,” he said, his eyes flickering down to my tighty whities before darting back up to meet Mark’s gaze.
Mark, never one to miss an opportunity, pulled out the map from our supplies. “Check this out,” he said, spreading it out on the picnic bench with a flourish. He pointed to a spot further down the river. “This is where we’re planning to camp tonight. It’s supposed to be a great spot, secluded, with a little beach and a good place to build a fire.”
Tom leaned in, his curiosity piqued. “That does sound like a good place to stop,” he said, his finger tracing the line of the river on the map. “How far is it from here?”
“It’s about ten miles,” Mark replied. “We should make it with enough daylight left to set up camp and explore a bit. But if you’re heading to the city too, you’re welcome to join us for the night. It’ll be fun to have some company.”
The hiker looked at us both, considering the offer. “I don’t want to impose,” he said, his voice filled with a hint of excitement.
“Don’t be silly,” I chimed in, smiling. “We’ve got plenty of space and food to share.”
Tom’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, I felt a jolt of something electric. He nodded, a smile spreading across his face. “Alright, you’ve twisted my arm. I’d love to join you guys.”
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of paddling and good conversation. Tom’s knowledge of the local flora and fauna added an unexpected richness to our journey, and his company was a welcome distraction from my earlier embarrassment.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the horizon with hues of pink and orange, we reached the campsite Mark had talked about. It was everything he had promised, a small, sandy beach surrounded by a canopy of trees, with the river whispering secrets to the night as it flowed gently by. The other plus was, we were alone in the wilds of the Yukon River, the scenery beyond magical as we all took in the scene.
We unpacked the canoe, setting up our tent and collecting firewood. Mark and I had done this countless times before, but the addition of Tom made the mundane task feel new and exciting, although he hadn’t erected his tent yet. His muscular arms flexed as he helped us, and I couldn’t help but admire his rugged good looks and the way his jeans hugged his body as I, for some reason, remained in my t-shirt and tighty whities, which had dried in the hot baking sun of summer.
As the fire crackled to life, casting a warm glow over the campsite, we sat around it, sharing stories and laughs. Mark had a knack for making anyone feel comfortable, and he regaled us with tales of our past adventures, both real and exaggerated. The light danced in Tom’s eyes as he listened, his gaze flicking between Mark and me with growing interest.
The conversation grew quieter as the sun started to set, and the only sound was the occasional crackle of the fire. I found myself drawn to Tom’s side, our legs brushing against each other as we sat on a log. The tension between us is growing in a silent symphony of unspoken desires and curiosity.
“So, Steve,” Tom began, his voice low and intimate, “you and Mark have been friends for a long time, huh?”
“Yeah,” I said, looking into the fire. “Since we were kids. We’ve been through a lot together.”
“It’s obvious you guys have a strong bond,” he said, his hand moving closer to mine. “But I can’t help but wonder, has that bond ever… changed?”
I looked at him, my heart racing. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Tom leaned in, his breath warm against my cheek. “I mean, have you guys ever… explored your boundaries?” he said, his eyes searching mine for a hint of understanding.
My pulse quickened as I felt the heat of his body next to mine. “No,” I replied, my voice hoarse. “We’ve never crossed that line.”
“But you’re curious?” he pressed, his hand brushing against mine.
I nodded, my eyes locked with his. “I can’t say I haven’t thought about it,” I admitted, “but Mark is my best friend, and I wouldn’t want to lose that.”
Tom’s hand closed around mine, his grip firm and comforting. “I get that, and I respect you both for that, but I also get a feeling that perhaps…. You haven’t been with anyone in a while,” he whispered, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of my hand.
The air grew thick with anticipation as Mark, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrents between Tom and me, suggested we go for a swim.
“Come on, guys, it will be refreshing after a hot day, and the light is perfect,” Mark said, looking at Tom and me for agreement.
“I would love to take a dip,” Tom said, “but I don’t have any swimming stuff with me.”
Marked looked at both Tom and me. “What is it with you guys? You didn’t bring any trunks with you, and there’s a river to enjoy. Just strip down to your underwear and jump in. Well, just you, Tom, because Steve is already in his tighty whities, albeit dirty tighty whities.”
“Okay, okay, I will do just that,” Tom responded to the challenge as he stood and started to peel off his hiking gear.
Mark leaned back, watching with a knowing smirk as Tom revealed his muscular frame, clad in a pair of navy blue mesh briefs that clung to him well, showing off his hidden manhood behind a respectable bulge.
Mark could also see my eyes widen slightly as Tom’s broad chest and defined abs came into view, the material hugging his groin in a way that left little to the imagination. The firelight flickered across Tom’s bare skin, painting him in an erotic dance of light and shadow as the daylight started to turn to dusk.
Mark knew that I was into guys. He had always been supportive of my sexuality but had never really understood the attraction himself. Now, watching the two of us together, I wondered if he was okay and if he would mind if I made a play for Tom.
Leaving that thought behind, I saw Mark jump in the water, and so, I too ran into the water, crashing into the slow current as Tom followed. As we swam together in the fading daylight, Mark was the life and soul of the party, joking and talking the whole time. Tom was quieter as I saw him look at me a few times before looking away or dipping under the water.
But then, from nowhere, Mark popped up from the water right next to me, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Steve,” he whispered in my ear, his voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the river, “I can see it. Tom’s got the hots for you. It’s like he can’t keep his eyes off your… well, everything.”
I stiffened, my heart racing. “What are you saying, Mark?” I hissed, trying to keep the conversation low enough so Tom wouldn’t hear.
“I’m saying,” Mark smirked, pushing his wet hair out of his face, “that your little secret admirer over there is practically drooling. And if you’re not going to make a move, then I might just have to,” he teased, splashing water in Tom’s direction.
“It won’t be fair to you, Mark, if I make a play for him,” I said.
“Go on, lover boy, go for it, and I will be happy to watch since I have nothing else to do,” Mark responded, only to disappear again under the water before I could reply to his suggestion.
Tom waded out of the water, the water droplets glinting in the fading sunlight as they rolled down his chest. His navy blue mesh briefs were plastered to his body, outlining the clear evidence of his growing arousal. He looked over his shoulder at me, a question in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore. I felt a mix of excitement and nerves, the anticipation of what might happen making my heart race.
“What?” Tom asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he caught Mark’s statement. “What did you say?”
“Nothing,” I replied, my face flaming as I waded out of the water. The cool evening air did little to dull the heat building inside me as my erection grew more prominent under my tighty whities. Mark’s teasing was never subtle, and his words had only served to make my situation more noticeable.
“Steve’s got a boner, Tom,” Mark repeated as Tom looked straight at me.
“Yep, he sure has,” Tom responded. “I can see it very clearly, and it looks so lovely.”
My face burned hotter than the embers of the campfire as I stepped out of the river. Mark’s words echoed in my mind, and Tom’s casual acceptance of my state sent a bolt of embarrassment and a surprising thrill through my body. I couldn’t believe Mark had said it so bluntly, and Tom’s unabashed observation made it impossible for me to ignore the obvious.
As I stood there, awkwardly contemplating the situation, Tom approached from behind. Before I could even turn to face him, his strong arms encircled my waist, and his warm, soft lips brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck. A gasp escaped my mouth as my body stiffened in surprise and excitement.
“Finally,” said Mark. “Someone brave enough to make the first move. You guys carry on and ignore me, I’ll just sit here by the fire and watch.”
Tom kissed the other side of my neck as his hands started to roll my wet tighty whities over my bottom, as Mark had sat down by the fire.
I turned to face Tom, my eyes searching his for any sign of uncertainty, but all I found was a smouldering desire that mirrored my own. His hand reached down and cupped my growing erection through the thin fabric of my tighty whities, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“I don’t think we should do this,” I whispered, though my body was begging to disagree.
“Why not?” Tom’s voice was low and seductive, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re obviously interested, and I can’t deny that I am too.”
I glanced over at Mark, who had the decency to look away, pretending to focus on throwing more wood on the fire. “Because of Mark,” I said, trying to find my voice amidst the tumult of emotions.
Tom’s grip tightened slightly. “Don’t worry about Mark,” he assured me. “He’s cool with it. Besides, this is your adventure too. You should take what you want from it.”
The words hung in the air between us, heavy with meaning. I took a deep breath and leaned into Tom’s embrace, my arms sliding around his neck as his hands slipped under my tighty whities, feeling the wetness of my skin and the rapid beat of my heart pulse through my cock. His kiss was gentle at first, tentative, but it grew more urgent as we both realised the truth of the moment.
Our bodies pressed together, my cock straining against his hand. I could feel his erection through the fabric of his briefs, and the heat of it made my head spin. Mark cleared his throat, and we broke apart, both of us flustered.
“You guys okay?” Mark asked, his voice carefully neutral. “I can turn the other way if you need some privacy, but in all honesty, I would like to watch. I can only stare at the trees for so long, and you never know, I might learn something.”
“Really, Mark? No, it’s fine, and if you want to watch, feel free,” I said, trying to sound casual as Tom and I moved closer to the fire, our damp clothes steaming as they dried in the heat.
Tom’s gaze never left mine as he reached for the waistband of my wet tighty whities and with a quick tug, he continued to peel them down my legs, until they naturally fell to my ankles, allowing me to step out of them.
With a gentle but firm grip, he guided me to lie down on the ground, the warmth from the fire radiating my skin. My cock stood proud and erect, pointing to the sky like a beacon of my desire. He took a moment to appreciate it, his eyes tracing the contours of my shaft before dropping to his knees with a grace that belied the urgency of the moment.
Tom’s mouth was warm and wet as he took me in, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock before descending further. The sensation was overwhelming, and I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan. Mark was mesmerised, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and fascination. He leaned back on his hands, watching intently as Tom worked me over with a skill that was surprisingly tender for such a rugged outdoorsman.
I couldn’t help but look over at Mark, his expression unreadable as he observed us. His eyes flicked from Tom’s head bobbing in my lap to my face, which was contorted in pleasure. His arousal was clear in the bulge of his swimming trunks, and I wondered if he was imagining himself in Tom’s place, or if he was just turned on by the sheer act of watching. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, adding a layer of excitement to the already intense sensation of Tom’s mouth on me.
Tom’s hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently as he took me deeper into his throat. The pressure was incredible, and my hips bucked involuntarily, driving my cock further into his mouth. Mark’s breath hitched, and I knew he was just as turned on by the sight as I was by the feeling. The fire crackled and popped in the background, adding to the symphony of sensations as Tom’s rhythm grew more urgent.
Tom’s other hand was busy too, stroking my thighs and stomach, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched. His beard tickled my skin, adding a new dimension to the experience. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tightening with each pass of Tom’s mouth. Mark’s eyes never left us, his desire clear as he watched his best friend give in to the pleasure Tom was providing.
As the tension grew, I reached down to thread my fingers through Tom’s hair, guiding his movements. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, filled with a passion and hunger that was almost as intense as the sensation of his mouth on my cock. The heat of his gaze was like a brand, marking me as his own in that moment.
With a final, deep suck, I came, my hips jerking as I released into his mouth. Tom didn’t miss a beat, swallowing every drop before pulling back to lick his lips with a satisfied smile. Mark let out a low whistle, the sound echoing through the clearing as he clapped his hands together.
“Wow, Steve,” Mark said, his voice thick with lust. “Looks like you enjoyed that.”
I was dizzy as I pulled Tom to lay next to me as I positioned myself to return the favour, starting with his airtex briefs which I pulled forward to look at Tom’s cock. “You look ready for me, I think,” as I pulled them down his legs, discarding them in the dirt of the ground.
Tom’s cock was thick and veiny, standing proudly against his stomach. I licked my lips as I took it in my hand, feeling the heat and power of it. Mark watched intently, his hand moving more vigorously on his erection. He was now fully naked, his swimming trunks discarded by his side, his cock standing tall and proud as he stroked himself.
With a grin, I slid Tom’s cock into my mouth, relishing the taste of him as I took him in. He groaned, his hips rising slightly off the ground, as I began to bob my head in time with Mark’s strokes. The sound of skin on skin and our heavy breathing filled the air as we gave in to our desires.
Tom’s hand found its way to the back of my head, guiding me as I took him deeper. His eyes never left mine, the connection between us growing stronger with every pass of my tongue. Meanwhile, Mark’s strokes grew more erratic as he watched us, his breath hitching as he neared his climax.
The sight of Mark pleasuring himself while I sucked Tom off was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Our friendship had always been open and honest, but this was a new level of intimacy that I never knew existed. The idea that we could all share this moment, each of us lost in our pleasure, was intoxicating.
As I worked on Tom’s shaft, I reached out and grabbed Mark’s leg, pulling him closer. He didn’t resist, moving in until his cock was only inches from my face. The head of his cock was glistening with precum, and I couldn’t resist the urge to lick it. Mark’s eyes widened, but he didn’t stop me, his hand now stroking himself faster.
Tom’s breath grew ragged as I increased my pace, my mouth moving in time with the sounds of our passion. The firelight painted everything in an orange glow, turning our naked bodies into living sculptures of desire. The night air was alive with the scent of our arousal, mixing with the smell of the woodsmoke from the fire.
I could feel Tom’s orgasm building, his body tensing beneath me. I took him deeper, eager to taste him, to share this moment with him fully. Mark’s hand tightened on his cock, his eyes locked on us as he watched, his climax fast approaching.
Tom’s cock pulsed in my mouth, and with a guttural groan, he came, filling my mouth with his hot seed. I swallowed it all, looking up at him with a satisfied smile. Mark let out a strangled cry as he followed suit, his orgasm spurting out onto my face, he was that close to my head, and for the first time, I got to taste Mark’s cum.
Mark had slumped onto his bottom. Tom lay there as I collapsed onto his chest, our hearts racing as we collectively caught our breath. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and the fire crackled softly as we laughed, the tension between us dissipating in a cloud of pleasure.
“Well,” Mark said, breaking the silence, “I think that’s one for the books.”
Tom chuckled, his arm slung over my shoulders. “I’d say so,” he agreed, his eyes warm and content.
I leaned into Tom, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn’t felt in a long time. “This is definitely a trip to remember,” I murmured, looking over at Mark, who was still smiling widely, his cock slowly deflating.
“You guys are insatiable,” Mark said, shaking his head. “But I can’t say I’m complaining.”
I rolled off Tom onto my back, looking at Mark. “I didn’t think you would do that, Mark. Perhaps it was too much for you to ignore.”
Mark wiped his hand across his face, chuckling. “You guys were so into it, I couldn’t help but get caught up in the moment. Plus, it’s not every day I see my best friend getting a blowjob by a hot hiker he just met.”
Tom’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he sat up. “Well, Mark, I hope that was a lesson learned. There’s nothing quite like the real thing,” he said, his voice low and velvety. “Women just don’t get it when they give a BJ. Only a man will understand the needs of a man when it comes to…”
Mark looked at us both, his hand still stroking his cock. “It’s true, Steve,” he said, his voice filled with curiosity. “I mean, I know what it feels like to get head from a girl, but what does it feel like when it’s a guy doing it?”
Smiling to myself, feeling satisfied and warm, I looked at Mark, pondering his question. “Would you like to find out what it really feels like?”
Mark’s eyes grew wide with surprise and excitement. “What? You’re serious?”
“Well, you asked a question, what does it feel like when it’s a guy doing it?” I responded. “You will only find out if you experience it just once.”
Mark looked a little flustered and not wanting to allow him time to recompose himself, I sat up and crawled along Mark’s legs, pushing him backwards until he lay on his back. “Can I?” I asked.
“Steve,” he stuttered, his eyes wide. “I-I’ve never…”
But before he could protest, I was already leaning in, my mouth closing around the head of his cock. His gasp was all the consent I needed as I began to suck and lick him with all the passion Tom had shown me moments ago. Mark’s body tensed, his hand gripping my shoulder as he struggled to process the sudden shift in dynamics. His cock grew harder under my ministrations, a silent testament to his body’s willingness despite his initial hesitation.
Meanwhile, Tom had positioned himself behind me, his hands spreading my cheeks apart. I felt the warmth of his breath against my ass before his tongue touched me, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. His skilled mouth worked my hole, his tongue delving deep as I continued to pleasure Mark. The sensation was wonderful, a heady mix of intimacy and taboo that only served to heighten my arousal.
Mark’s moans grew louder as my mouth moved in sync with Tom’s tongue, and I could feel Tom’s excitement building. His breath grew hotter and his movements more urgent as he tasted me, exploring every inch of my exposed skin with a hunger that matched Mark’s. The three of us were locked in a silent, erotic act, our movements guided by instinct and need rather than thought.
As I took Mark deeper into my mouth, I felt Tom’s tongue retreat and was replaced by the blunt pressure of his cock. He pushed into me, and I couldn’t help but cry out around Mark’s cock as he filled me up. The sensation was overwhelming, but I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted more, and so did they. Mark’s eyes were closed now, lost in his world of pleasure as Tom began to fuck me gently, his thrusts matching the rhythm of my movements.
The three of us rocked together in the firelight, the only sounds the slap of skin and the low groans of our passion. The tension grew, our bodies moving in perfect harmony despite the awkwardness of our position. Mark’s hand found its way to my hair, guiding my movements as I sucked him off. His hips bucked upward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth as Tom’s cock filled me to the brim.
Tom’s grip on my hips grew firmer as he picked up his pace, driving into me with a ferocity that had Mark’s eyes flying open in amazement. His gaze met mine, and in that moment, I knew that we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But instead of fear, all I felt was exhilaration and love for my best friend and how much he must trust me.
Mark’s hand pulled my hair with a desperation that mirrored my own as Tom’s thrusts grew more insistent. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my body tightening around him as the pressure built. And then, with a roar, Mark came, his hot cum spurting into my mouth as I continued to suck his cock. Every time Mark spurted more seed into me, I swallowed, using my tongue to clean his cock, driving him mad with the sensitivity of his gland.
Tom watched, his orgasm approaching as Mark’s climax triggered something primal in him. He pushed into me harder, his hips slapping against my ass as he chased his release. And with one final, powerful thrust, he reached it, filling me with his seed as I swallowed the last of Mark’s load.
“Oh my God,” was all I could say as I collapsed in a heap, my mouth letting Mark’s cock drop out to lay next to my lips as I continued to nibble it. Tom had dropped out of me as he collapsed onto his bottom in the dirt, panting for breath.
As for Mark, he lay there, exhausted, his breathing deep as he tried to recover his control. The fire burned low, casting flickering shadows across his sweat-slicked skin. For a moment, no one spoke; the only sound was the crackling of the fire and the distant call of a night creature.
Finally, Mark broke the silence, his voice shaky with emotion. “I… I don’t know what just happened, but…”
Tom leaned in, kissing me gently on my bottom before turning to Mark. “But it was amazing,” he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that surprised me.
Mark nodded, his eyes searching our faces. “It was,” he admitted, his voice thick. “But… what does this mean for us?”
I looked at them both, feeling a strange sense of peace. “It means,” I said with a smile, “that our friendship has just gotten a whole lot more interesting, and I suspect that your best mate might be providing you with extra friendship when you want it. It doesn’t mean you are gay. It means you appreciate that men know what men like.”
Mark looked at us both with a mix of curiosity and understanding. “I guess that’s true,” he said slowly. “But what about tomorrow?”
Tom and I exchanged a knowing look. “You’ll figure it out,” I said. “For now, let’s just enjoy the moment.” I got up and threw some wood on the fire. “I need to wash. Anyone fancy joining me?”
“I’ll come,” said Mark as he got up and started walking with me.
“I’ll be there soon,” Tom answered, “I just have to take a piss.” He walked over to the grass.
Mark and I watched him go, the tension between us palpable as we stood in the water up to our waists. He turned to me, his eyes searching. “Are you okay with this, Steve?”
I grinned, the cool water feeling refreshing on my hot skin. “Yeah, I am,” I said, the excitement in my voice unmistakable. “It’s just… different. But in a good way. I’ve wanted to suck you off, and don’t take this the wrong way but… I have always loved you as a friend and as a mate I could never replace.”
Mark looked at me with a mix of shock and affection. “Steve, that’s… intense.”
“Well, it’s true,” I said, shrugging. “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time, but I never knew how to express them. And now, with Tom here, it just… it feels like the universe is pushing us together.”
“Talking about Tom, where is he?” Mark exclaimed.
I looked around the clearing, puzzled. Tom’s hiking gear and backpack were indeed gone. “I don’t know, he must have gone for a walk,” I said, trying to keep the concern out of my voice.
As we climbed out of the river, the cool night air hit our wet bodies, sending shivers down our spines. The fire cast an eerie glow on the campsite, which now felt eerily empty without Tom’s presence. “That is strange,” Mark mused, his eyes scanning the dark woods. “He didn’t say anything about leaving.”
“Well, he’s certainly gone,” I said to Mark as I looked to see if he had left any of his possessions. “Strange, and I thought we were all cool. Perhaps I wasn’t a good enough fuck for him after all. I guess he needed his own space after all and just joined us for the experience.”
“I guess you are right,” Mark said, walking closer to the fire for some warmth. “Strange guy, it would seem.”
I walked up to Mark from behind, my hands moving to rest on his hips. “How are you feeling now?” I asked, my voice low and gentle as my hands began to trace the contours of his flaccid cock. “It’s a lot to take in, I know.”
Mark turned to face me, a look of contemplation in his eyes. “I’m… I’m okay, I think,” he said, his voice still shaky. “It’s just… it was so intense. And Tom…”
“Forget Tom. He knows where we are, and he knows he’s welcome. From time to time, you meet people who seem cool and then cut and run for some unknown reason. Perhaps being a single hiker suggests he’s a loner who just enjoyed a good fuck and was happy to leave it there.”
“I guess so, but I quite liked him, that’s all.”
“Mark, can I ask you something?”
“Of course you can, but if you’re asking, did I enjoy what you gave me, the answer is most definitely, yes. It was incredible.”
“I wasn’t going to ask that, but I’m delighted. What I wanted to ask was, can I kiss you?”
Mark looked at me, his eyes searching my face for any sign of hesitation. “What, now?”
“Yes. Now.”
Our eyes met and held for a beat too long, the silence stretching out like a tightrope between us. Then, with a soft sigh, Mark leaned in, and our lips touched. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle brushing together as if we were afraid to break the fragile bond that had formed. But as our tongues tentatively danced around each other, the kiss grew in intensity.
It was like we were exploring each other all over again, our bodies moving in a silent conversation that needed no words. Mark’s hands found their way into my hair, gripping tightly as I deepened the kiss, tasting the salt and the sweetness of his skin. My cock began to harden once more, a testament to the raw desire that surged through me.
Breaking the kiss, I lay back on the cool, damp grass, pulling Mark down with me. Our chests pressed together, my heart hammering against his as I looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or regret. Instead, I found only a reflection of the same need that burned within me.
“Would you like me to blow you again?” I asked, my voice low and filled with a desire that was impossible to ignore. Mark’s pupils dilated, his breath catching in his throat as he nodded, unable to form words. The anticipation was palpable as we shifted positions, his body stretching out beneath mine, his legs spreading slightly to give me better access.
I took him in my mouth again, feeling him pulse with excitement as I began to move. This time, I was more deliberate, more sure of what I was doing. I had learned from Tom’s tender ministrations and was determined to give Mark the best blowjob he had ever experienced. My tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, teasing the slit before moving down to lick the sensitive skin beneath. His body trembled as I worked him over, my teeth grazing gently against his shaft as I took him deeper into my throat.
With one hand, I cupped his balls, rolling them gently in my palm as I sucked him off. The other hand travelled up his body, tracing the muscles of his abs before settling on his chest. His heart was racing, his chest rising and falling rapidly as I brought him closer to climax. I could feel his cock growing thicker with every pass of my tongue, the taste of him becoming more intoxicating with every second that passed.
Mark’s hips began to move in time with my mouth, pushing himself deeper into me as I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing out with the effort. The sounds of our passion filled the night, a symphony of moans and gasps that echoed through the trees. It was as if the very air was charged with our desire, the flames of the fire seeming to grow brighter with every stroke of my tongue.
As Mark’s breath grew more ragged, I knew he was close. I increased my pace, my mouth moving faster and faster as I worked to bring him to the brink. His hand tightened in my hair, his hips bucking upward as he tried to push himself deeper still. And then, with a shout, he came, his warm cum filling my mouth as I swallowed every drop, savouring the taste of him.
We lay there, panting and exhausted, our bodies entwined in the firelight. The moment was one of pure, unadulterated intimacy, the kind that could only exist between two people who had shared something so profound. “Wow,” Mark murmured, his voice filled with wonder. “That was… wow.”
“You liked it?” I asked, smiling down at him.
He nodded, his eyes shining with emotion. “I did. More than I ever thought possible.”
“It doesn’t change anything between us,” I assured him, kissing his forehead gently. “We’re still best friends. But now, we’re just a little more… open.”
Mark’s hand found mine, our fingers lacing together as we stared into the fire. “I think I can handle that,” he said, a soft smile playing on his lips.
We lay there for a while longer, the fire crackling and popping as we enjoyed the quiet aftermath of our shared ecstasy. It was a moment of peace, a pause in the chaos of our lives, and it was all the more beautiful for its rarity.
As we lay there, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement for what the future might hold. With Tom gone, it was just the two of us again, but now, we had a secret, a bond that was uniquely ours. And as the night grew colder, we moved into the tent and snuggled up inside the sleeping bag, our bodies still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, naked with Mark’s head on my chest and his hand gently stroking my erect cock.
“Goodnight, Steve,” Mark whispered, his voice a mix of tiredness and satisfaction.
“Goodnight, Mark,” I said, smiling into the darkness. “And happy birthday.”
He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Thanks, man,” he murmured. “I had almost forgotten that’s why we came on this trip, but it’s one birthday I’ll never forget.”
And with that, we drifted off to sleep, our friendship forever altered by the events of the day. But as the night wrapped us in its embrace, I knew that no matter what happened tomorrow, we would face it together, stronger than ever before.
