A Weekend at My Best Friends
Keywords: Best, Weekend, at, My, A, Friends,
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Chapter 1 Planning the fishing trip.
I told my wife I wanted to plan a fishing trip with my best friend from High school. We were still best friends, but now that we were both married with children and lived 5 * hours from each other, we just didn't see each other but twice a year (and even then, surrounded by family).
It would be nice to spend some time with him without our families smothering us. Just like in high school. Then we could catch up on old times. We could tell each other some of the funniest moments we've had in our new lives and also some of our most dramatic moments. We've both had some of those. One of his children was born deaf, requiring many surgeries, my child fell into a camp fire and suffered second and third degree burns, from which he fully recovered. It's just that moments like those you really want to share with your best friend. We hadn't done that in a while.
I called Steve and he was of like mind. We set a date. Since he lived in prime fly fishing land, we decided to visit a place 2 * hours South East of his home. I would pick him up on the way down. It was a month and a half away.
Chapter 2 The drive.
"Aren't you taking your phone?" my wife asked.
"No, there will be no contact with the outside world for the next 4 days" I replied. Over the course of time from the first call, we had decided to make it a 4 day weekend. We had had one homosexual experience before when we were in high school. I can't explain it I was definitely not gay. I had a girl friend and guys did not turn me on at all. Still don't. But for some reason, when were really drunk I started it.
It was about 2:30 in the morning on a Friday night. We were both Seniors in high school. We had just left the party at our buddy's house. We were walking up the hill to alley. Our friends live on the last house where the attic just stops without going through. This meant there was never any traffic this far in the alley unless they were about to visit our friend. It was virtually a parking lot. We were real drunk leaning against two cars facing each other He lit up a joint. It was almost done for. That must have been why he didn't pull it out to share with all our friends. There was only enough for one person, maybe two.
After about five minutes we were really stoned. We talked for a few minutes about nothing of consequence. With out any premeditation or prompting I just dropped to my knees and ripped open his 501 jeans and whipped out his cock. I began to stroke it. Steve had just realized what I intended to do and his dick was swelling quickly. By my second stoke he was well on his way to being fully hard. I etched forward in a deliberately slow motion. I exhaled my hot moist breath with a hollow hiss, signaling that I had my throat wide open. I completely inclosed about 3 inches before I let my lips envelope his shaft with as much squeeze as I could apply to my lips. I was over come by the heat and vibrations flowing through his penis as it gave a sharp jolt skyward and collided with the roof of my mouth. My breath was coming in spirts. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I had never thought about doing this with a guy. His cock was so hot. I was clearly enjoying this. We heard a door slam and the moment was gone forever. We both recomposed our selves quickly. No one saw us but it was enough of a scar that we didn't try again.
Over the course of the next 6 years we had managed to repeat that act at various different cities and places about 4 times. We had both sucked each other off and clearly we enjoyed it. We just never desired to repeat those acts. It has been 4 years since our last such get together. We have seen each other with more frequency in that time. Perhaps seeing each other five times each year. Our elders have started passing on and we have crossed each others paths while showing proper respect to our loved ones. We had not displayed any interest to repeat those acts in all that time.
I have to admit I had occasionally fantasized about those events, but no desire to repeat them. For some reason during the drive these memories began to overflow in my mind. I was getting turned on. I had to stop for a piss two hours in my drive. I brushed past a burly man at the bathroom of the truck stop. I started to piss when I noticed graffiti on the wall right in front of me. It said, "for a good blow job meet me in park behind the dumpsters at 9:PM. I looked at my watch and it said 8:45 PM. That's ironic! Who knows how long that has been there. However in my present aroused state I couldn't help but to re-kennel my erection. I decided to grab a microwave burrito, gas , and .. Beer! I want beer? Yeah! I could drink while I drive. I'll just drink very slowly and I will only buy a six pack. Not that I would drink more than two. Or so I thought. I sat in the car and ate my burrito and opened a beer. As I was driving from the rest stop I remembered that stupid graffiti. Just as I passed the trash ben I noticed that same burly guy I passed in the bathroom. My God! It was him! It wasn't a message from a couple of months ago. It was a message for tonight. This is bizarre.
I slammed the first beer and immediately opened another. My mind is reeling. What is wrong with me? I fantasized about what would have happened if I had stopped by the dumpster in the aroused state I was in. By the fourth hour of my trip I was ready to blow my wad. I pulled off the highway, down a lonely side road and off on gravel access road. I got out near a tree and whacked off. I hadn't done that since my sophomore year at college.
I returned to the highway and drank three more beers before I reached Steve's town. I ate a tone of life savers as I pulled in his drive way and was greeted by his son and wife. We quickly packed his things and he kissed all his kids and wife good-buy. They waved to us from the drive way as we pulled out of site.
Chapter 3 Setting up tent.
I was horny all the way to camp. I couldn't decide whether I should share my experience down here, and if I should tell him it was him I was thinking about the whole way. What was wrong with me? I had no interest being with a man in the past six years.
Stephen had only a small one person tent. It looked as if it was going to rain so I told him we should just share mine. That way we could play cards at the table. While it rained and we couldn't be outside.
I told him of the guy at the rest stop. Stephen seemed intrigued by the story. He then told me he had sometimes got so horny while driving alone that he had to stop off at rest areas and just beat off. Lately he had been getting a bit more daring and would wank off into the urinal. I asked him jokingly if he would have ever taken the guy up on his offer. He said, "I don't know! The reason I was in there in the first place was because I was thinking about what happened between you and I ten years ago."
You could have heard a pen drop. I finally broke the silence by telling him how turned on I got driving down to pick him up. At this point we both started slamming our beers. We talked openly about this and then gradually moved to other subjects just like best friends do. Despite drinking just a little faster I don't think we were planning to commit a sexual act. As the night moved on I produced a joint. Stephen's wife was very strict. Stephen had to quite smoking and drinking. Both he use to do like breathing. There was a small group of us who got stoned together on rare occasions. I thought he might like to do it again. He was ecstatic. We went outside and stood in the rain. The bills of our hat kept the joint dry. It was hot. We were right by the river and, being a week day, there were no other campers around. It had been a long time since I had pot. I was really getting messed up. We laughed and we joked. We ran around the camp ground playing cobs and robbers, reviving our child hood. At one point Stephen tripped and fell into the river. We got him out and realized it was getting late and we had better retire for the evening. Right there Stephen started undressing, in the middle of this disserted camp ground. He said he needed to get out of those wet clothes. I looked down as he kicked off his pants. He hadn't been wearing any underwear. The moon was lighting up is semi-limp penis, and the hair on his balls was glowing like glitter. I snapped. I wanted him in my mouth. I was trying to look perfectly normal. Hoping the moment would pass. But I was aching for it. I had no idea if Stephen wanted it too.
He looked up at me and then wrapped his hands around his huge member and began stroking it. I let out a sigh of excitement. It was not lost on him. He slowly raised his other hand. It was like slow motion. His hand came up just behind my head and gently brushed my hair. I could feel his hand motioning my head forward in an ever most gentle way. I did not disappoint him. I slowly dropped to my knees. My heart was racing. My breath felt so hot as I exhaled with excitement that it felt like I was burning my lips and nose. My knees collided with the smooth stony bank of the river in the moonlight. I was now 3" away from his cock. It was not quite hard, yet it was pointing out at me but it aimed down. I just remembered this at that moment. Stephen's cock aims down when fully erect while most guys like myself aim up. Stephen's fingers started stroking all the way around the head of his dick. I again felt the persistence of his hand behind my head. Again I did as he wanted of me. I moved my head even closer to him. When I got about an inch away he jerked back as the breath from my nostrils scolded his sensitive head. He recovered quickly and moved his dick back only this time he moved too close and his dick collided with my over heated lips. I had completely forgot to open my mouth I was so stoned. I felt his wet cock head hit my lips, forge there way through and bounce off my closed teeth. I felt the slimy substance smearing across my lips and his cock head.
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Keywords: Best, Weekend, at, My, A, Friends,