The Camping Trip

Martin was waiting in the cool parking garage for his neighbor and buddy, Todd, to come down so he could finish packing his car. He had been planning this trip for two and a half weeks, since his doctor told him he needed to take a vacation. Rather than go to some resort, he decided to go camping and he had asked some buddies to go with him, but only Slash and Todd had been able to get the time off with so little notice. Martin wore comfortable hiking boots, faded jeans, and an old blue flannel shirt. The sleeves had been carefully ripped off ages ago to show off his well-muscled upper arms and the shirt was completely unbuttoned, showing off the rippled contours and fur of his chest and abs. A tell-tale bulge down the right leg of his jeans testified that he wore no underwear. He was, however, wearing his usual metal cockring. The elevator doors whished open and Todd stepped out carrying three rolled up sleeping bags. His dirty blond hair was mostly hidden by the big cowboy hat that topped his six-foot two-inch frame. He, too, wore faded jeans and a flannel shirt. The shirt's sleeves were rolled up over the elbows. The jeans were thread-bare and sported holes on the seat and at the knees. The holes in the seat of Todd's jeans revealed the creamy-white skin of his ass. Todd tossed a sleeping bag to Martin as soon as he was close enough. He put it in the trunk. It was quickly followed by other two. "We better be going," Martin said, "Slash is expecting us and I don't want to have to fight too much traffic." The two men got in the car and drove across town. Slash was waiting for them on the curb. He was dressed much the same as Martin and Todd, but instead of a flannel shirt he wore a simple black tee-shirt. Slash tossed his duffel bag onto the back seat and climbed in after it. "How's it hangin' Slash?" Martin asked as he pulled away from the curb. "A bit to the right, as if you didn't know. You must be Todd," he extended his hand over the front seat. Todd took Slash's big hand and gave it a strong shake. "Nice of you guy's to invite me along. I've never camped in these parts before. I'm used to more prairie-style camping. There ain't too many forests near where I'm from. Any idea where we're headed?" "Ask Maraud here. It's his show." "Up to Bear Mountain. There's a place I know where we can park the car. We can set up camp after our hike. The site is right by a big stream. It's on the Appalachian Trail but I don't think there will any hikers this late in the season." The drive up to the mountains was uneventful but pleasant. Todd looked out the windows and watched the trees go by. Slash just fell asleep. Four hours after he had picked Slash up, Martin parked the car in a nearly deserted parking lot. A young park ranger came up to their car as they began taking out their equipment. "Are you gentlemen staying at the lodge?" "No," Martin replied, taking some papers out of his glove compartment. "We're going hiking on the Trail." He handed the papers to the ranger, giving him a quick once-over. He liked what he saw. "Everything looks in order, sir," He handed the packet of papers back to Martin. "If you follow your map, you shouldn't have any problems. The Trail is marked. Enjoy your time on the mountain and do be careful. There aren't many dangerous animals on the mountains, but there are some poisonous plants." The ranger turned around and headed back to his station. Martin watched the roll of the ranger's ass against the tight green of his trousers. He absently rubbed his crotch and licked his lips in wistful longing. In the four and a half hours of leisurely hiking, no other people had been seen. It was late afternoon by the time the three had found the site Martin had in mind. They quickly doffed their back-packs and set about putting their campsite in order. In twenty minutes the camp was set and dinner was being cooked on a portable stove. After the meal, Todd gathered up the dishes and went over to the stream to rinse them. The water was cold and the stones, slippery. Todd carefully knelt by the stream and rinsed the dishes. When he was done he got up but his foot slipped and he landed in the ice-cold water, sitting on his ass. Martin and Slash rushed over to him. "Are you all right?" Martin asked, extending his hand. "I'm fine," Todd said, scowling to himself, "just wet." Martin and Slash pulled Todd out of the water, bringing him closer to the picnic table where they had just eaten. "You'd better get out of those," Slash commented, giving Martin a quick wink. "That's right. We don't want you catching your death. In fact," Martin said, "we should help you." He reached for Todd's shirt and began unbuttoning it. Todd leaned back against the edge of the table, grinning, as Martin and Slash began undressing him. They were slow and deliberate, taking their time as they stripped Todd of his wet clothes. His shirt was the first thing to come off. Slash took off Todd's boots and socks as Martin unbuckled Todd's belt and unzipped his jeans. Todd bucked his hips slightly and allowed Slash to pull his wet jeans down his legs and off. Now naked, Todd's nine-inch cock was hard and pointing up to the trees, his wet clothes lay in a pile on a bench by the table. Slash reached for Todd's thick member but Todd pushed him away. "Not until I see yours," he said with a grin. Martin and Slash smiled at each other. It was a race to see who could undress faster. Within moments clothes were piled haphazardly on the table, the benches, and on the ground; and the three guys stood naked, facing each other, hot and horny. Todd compared the two men before him. He had seen Martin naked before -- that night nearly two months before when he had moved into the apartment building and had taken a mid-night swim in the nude. Standing at five-foot-eleven, Martin looked perfectly suited for being naked in the woods. Lightly tanned, his well-muscled body was covered in thick, dark brown hair. His flaccid, uncut cock snaked its way out of a dense bush and lay atop low, cum-laden balls. The extra sleeve of skin hung over the tip of the knob pulling itself back as Martin's cock grew. Visually, Slash was Martin's opposite. A few inches shorter than Martin, he was heavily tanned as evidenced by the skimpy, bikini-sized, patch of his creamy-white ass. He was just as well-muscled as his furry friend, but except for the unruly mane of coal black hair that edged down his neck, Slash was bereft of body hair. Even his thickening, circumcised cock and tight balls were as hairless as a new-born's. The lack of hair made his hard cock seem even larger than its ten-and-a-half inches. Todd felt his own nine-incher throb in anticipation. He took a few steps forward and knelt down in front of Slash's naked cock, nuzzled against his smooth inner thigh and let Slash's cock brush against his ear. He breathed in the musk of Slash's groin then began licking and nibbling on the side of the cock as if it were an ear of corn. With one hand Todd began squeezing the hard muscles of Slash's ass. With the other, he grabbed for Martin's cock and began fisting it as he drew Martin closer. Martin and Slash kissed deep and hot as Todd worked on their cocks, sucking on one and then the other. Twisting quarter-sized tits, Martin thrust his tongue down Slash's throat. Todd alternated between sucking and fisting the two cocks in front of him. Slash pulled away and took several steps toward the tent. He held the tent-flap open and waited, his stiff cock pointing toward the tent's interior. Getting off his knees, Todd lead Martin by his cock into the dark tent. Slash followed and secured the tent-flap closed. In the dark interior, sight was useless. Hands and mouths took over for eyes. Soon the three were on the tent floor in a tangle. The sound of birds chirping woke Martin early. He watched Slash and Todd for a few moments as they slept, their chests rising and falling rhythmically, their flaccid cocks quivering slightly with each breath, before he was aware that he needed to piss. He maneuvered his arm from under Todd's head, crept to the tent-flap, opened it slowly, and, taking his thong sandals, stepped out into the forest. Pausing only long enough to slip the sandals on, he walked several yards away from camp to a large tree. Half-hidden by brush, Martin pointed his cock at the base of the tree and let a stream of yellow flow. He yawned and scratched his chest. Shaking the last few drops of golden piss off his cock-head's sleeve, Martin turned around. "Are you enjoying your stay?" Martin looked around quickly. Not three feet to his left was the ranger he had spoken with the day before. "Couldn't be better." He maneuvered around the brush and trees until he was in full view of the ranger. The ranger blushed. "I didn't realize you were undressed." He gave Martin a quick once over and felt a stirring in his crotch. "I, uh, that is--" His thought went unfinished as he licked his lips in embarrassment. Martin took several steps closer. "Don't sweat it Mr. Ranger. I'm not exactly very modest. In fact, I love showing it off." He took a few more steps until he was close enough to see the sweat on the ranger's upper lip. "Is this some official visit, or do you often walk into people's camps when they're taking a piss?" "Huh?" A rivulet of sweat ran down the ranger's face even though it was on the cool side. He could not take his eyes off Martin's cock. Martin smiled. "What's your name, Mr. Ranger?" His cock was half-hard, pointing at the ground and getting harder. "Roger." "Well, Roger, it looks like you have a little problem." He pointed at the tent pushing out of the front of the ranger's pants. "Why don't you take off that uniform. It looks awfully hot and confining." Without taking his eyes off Martin's now-erect cock, Roger began taking off his uniform. The hat and tie were the first to go. Inverting the hat, he put his tie in it and set the hat on the picnic table. Then he unbuttoned his khaki shirt, revealing his white cotton, V-necked undershirt, pulling the tails out of his pants. He folded the shirt and placed it neatly on the bench of the picnic table. His shoes and socks came next and were neatly placed on the picnic bench. Next he unbuckled his belt, popped the waistband button and slowly unzipped his dark green trousers. The white cotton of his tee-shirt strained as he bent over to step out of his trousers. He folded his pants and put them on top of his shirt. The shaft of his cock stuck out of the fly of his boxers and curved upward; the tip of his knob straining to reach the waistband. Wiry hair ran the underside of the shaft and poked out of the fly. Roger shucked his undershirt and tossed it on top of his pants. The muscles of his chest and stomach rippled beneath a light dusting of chest fuzz that vanished into his boxers. He popped the snaps on his boxers and let them fall to the ground. Stepping out of them, he stood naked before Martin. "USDA Prime," Martin commented. He appraised the young man who stood in front of him -- nice chest, good arms, strong legs and a luscious cock. Roger's cock stood barely eight inches atop a heavy ballsack, but it was thick and lined with ropy veins. Martin knelt in front of the naked ranger. He took hold of the stiff shaft just above the balls. He could not get his fingers completely around it. He started working on it, sliding his hand up and down the silky tube of man-meat. He flicked his tongue over the cockhead, around the flared glands and into the puckering piss slit. Roger moaned slightly and rocked on the balls of his feet. Martin grabbed hold of Roger's hips and took the knob of Roger's cock into his mouth. He inched his way down the thick pole until his nose was buried in Roger's hairy patch. He paused a moment, letting the muscles in his jaw and throat get use to the size of Roger's cock then he pulled off almost to the tip before plunging to the root again. Roger moaned loudly and thrust his hips forward as Martin pulled off his cock again. Neither men noticed Slash leaving the tent and coming toward them. Martin realized something was up when he felt another pair of hands on top of his holding Roger's bucking hips. Slash knelt behind the naked stranger, spread his ass cheeks and thrust his tongue into the puckering hole. The sensation of a tongue being thrust up his ass drove Roger wild. He pulled his cock out of Martin's mouth and began pumping it hard with his beefy hands while Slash's tongue drove further up his bung hole. The knob of Roger's cock flared and pearly ropes of sticky cum erupted from the piss slit, sailing into Martin's face. A salty gob struck Martin in the nose and dangled. Martin stuck out his tongue to catch it as more cum dribbled out of Roger's piss slit and down over his fingers and shaft. Martin licked the cum off Roger's fingers and took the sticky tube of man-meat in his mouth once more, not letting it free until it was clean. Slash replaced his tongue with two fingers, probing the puckering hole, while Martin stood, holding Roger's spit-slickened cock with one hand and teasing a tit with the other. Slash made Roger bend over and Roger came "face-to-face" with Martin's cock. He grabbed hold of Martin's hips as Slash spread his ass cheeks and pointed his hardened cock at the puckering hole. Roger flicked his tongue over Martin's cock. Martin was facing the tent as Todd came out. He gestured to Todd to come and join the fun. Todd eagerly accepted the invitation and wormed his way between Slash and Roger's legs so that he was facing Roger's luscious cock. In one swift movement, Todd swallowed half of Roger's shaft and started working on swallowing the rest as he wacked off his own stiff meat. Roger was in heaven -- a cock up his ass, one down his throat and his in a warm mouth. The four men sucked and fucked furiously. Sweat flowed down chests and backs and arms and legs. Slash and Martin had a long history of having sex with each other and each knew the other's signs. It wasn't long before their cum-filled balls began churning. Both men were close to cumming. Almost as one, the two stiffened and the first squirts of cum escaped their cocks at the same time. Roger was ecstatic! Having his mouth and ass filled with cum at the same time was more than he could handle, he lost control and shot his load onto Todd's waiting face. Todd loved getting a face full of cum and shot his load against Roger and Slash's legs and onto the ground. After a moment, Martin and Slash slid out of Roger and allowed Roger to straighten up. They helped Todd to his feet and the three buddies led Roger to the stream. After cleaning the cum and dirt off Roger, the three watched him dress. Finally dressed, Roger took out a piece of paper and handed it to Martin. "My number and address," he said simply, looking the three naked men over. He turned around and took a couple of steps. "Don't you want ours?" Martin asked. Roger looked back and smiled. "You can give them to me tonight when I come back." The three smiled back. "Ah, wilderness!" Martin exclaimed, his cock twitched in anticipation.