When we reached camp an hour later, the light was fading. The sky was dark by the time we'd built a fire and started supper. We'd hardly spoken since leaving the clearing.
We sat on a log and ate as the fire died down, then passed a flask of whisky while gazing at the glowing embers. I had a good buzz on when I turned to look at Mike in the flickering light. The dried cum in my boxers scratched my stiffening cock as I looked from his ruggedly handsome face to his muscular body, then down to his bulging crotch.
"That was really hot." I took a sip from the flask, then passed it to Mike.
He took a long swig, then asked, "What?"
"The mountain man. And his woman."
The bulge in his crotch grew bigger. "Yeah. It was." He handed me the flask. I looked at it, then fastened the cap and set it down beside the log. "And the rest?" I asked.
"The rest?" Mike wouldn't look at me.
"Yeah. After they left. Watching each other jack off." I stood up, unfastened my jeans, then pushed them and my boxers down around my ankles. My cock was already hard. "Remember this?" I gripped the base of my stiff cock and pointed its head toward Mike. He stared at it like a mouse hypnotized by a snake.
"Yeah." He stood up and took a step backwards. "But I'm straight."
"So am I." We both had girlfriends back in Colorado Springs. "And I've still got this hard-on." I pointed to his bulging crotch. "You're hard, too."
He looked down at my stiff dick, then back up into my eyes. "I was thinking about the mountain man and his woman."
"Is that all?" I put my hand on Mike's crotch. He tensed, but he didn't push my hand away. "What about jacking off together?"
"I was so fuckin' horny-"
"I'm fuckin' horny. Right now." I ran my fingers over the heavy fabric stretched over his long hard dick. "So are you."
"Okay. I am." Mike didn't protest when I took his cock out of his pants and started stroking it.
"Our girlfriends are a hundred miles away." I caught his hand and put it on my cock. "But we're here. All alone. And horny as hell."
"Yeah." His fingers slid over my stiff shaft. "We are."
"What do you want to do?" I asked. "Jack each other off?"
He hesitated. "Let's fuck."
"Fuck?" My hard cock grew even stiffer. "How?"
"I'll show you," Mike answered.
Even in summer, the mountain night was cold. After I'd put a few sticks on the fire to make it burn more brightly, we spread a blanket in front of the fire and stripped.
Mike pulled a squeeze bottle out of his knapsack and handed it to me. "Here's the lube." He lay on the blanket with his knees lifted. "Come on. Fuck me."
I looked at the little bottle in my hand. "Lucky you brought this."
"Just being prepared." Mike shifted his legs, lifting his butt higher.
I knelt between his spread thighs and smeared lube on my stiff dick. "Prepared to get butt-fucked?"
"Just . . . prepared."
"All right." I pressed my cock-head into his asshole. His muscles resisted briefly, then relaxed. My shaft slipped all the way up his ass. "Wow," I whispered. "Feels good." I held still, staring at his stiff cock and bulging balls in the flickering firelight. I wrapped my slick hand around his cock, smearing lube on its head and shaft.
"Good as your girlfriend's ass?"
I laughed, let go of Mike's cock and gripped his ankles, pushing them toward his shoulders. "Roberta freaks if I touch her asshole." I pulled my cock almost out of Mike's ass, then pushed it back in. "This is way better than her pussy." I fucked him slowly. "Hotter. Tighter."
"Yeah." Mike tightened his ass muscles, clamping my sliding rod, and started stroking his stiff slick cock. "Fuck me hard. I need a good pounding."
I swung Mike's ankles in a smooth arc, driving my cock deep and ramming him hard and fast. "That's right," he gasped.
I stared at my cock sliding in and out of Mike's hot tight asshole while he jacked off in time with my rough thrusts. "This is so sexy."
"Better then your girlfriend?"
"Lots better." The tension in my nuts was building quickly. "I'm getting close."
Mike jacked off even faster. "Good. Shoot your hot cum. Up my ass."
"Here it is." I slammed Mike's ass, firing another heavy pulse with each thrust. Long thick ribbons of cum exploded from Mike's stiff cock, arcing high in the air and splashing his belly, chest, and face.
I pulled my cock out of Mike's ass and lay beside him on the blanket, looking up at the sky. Away from the city lights, the stars were a million diamond-sharp points, set in velvet blackness.
"You ever do this?" Mike asked. "With Roberta?"
"Outside?" I shook my head, even though Mike couldn't see it. "Just in the back seat of Mom's Suburban."
He moved and his hand brushed my thigh. My hard-on came roaring back. "How about Kathy?" I asked. She was Mike's girlfriend, a tall blonde with a full figure, straight shoulder-length hair, and a preference for boots, jeans, and flannel shirts.
"Kathy likes everything."
Mike and I sat cross-legged on the blanket with our knees touching, staring at each other's hard-ons. "She loves it up the ass," he answered. "We don't need a condom and she likes to feel me come."
The fire flared, lighting Mike's face. I looked at his full lips, suddenly wanting to kiss them. Instead, I grabbed his cock. "Want to do it again?"
He laughed. "Just for future reference . . ." He wrapped his hand around my stiff tool. ". . . You never need to ask that question."
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