Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2003 14:01:38 -0800 (PST) From: bob uncle Subject: Hiking Trip Every year, my buddy Frank and I go for a week long overland hike. We will get one of our wives to drop us off, make a trek through a low mountain pass, and get picked up a week later. This summer, our hike started off like any other. The weather was great, and we made good progress for the first few days. On Tuesday, we had finished our hike for the day, we had set up camp, and were just relaxing in the afternoon sun. We could see in the distance, though, that a rain storm was developing further up the valley. After watching it for a few minutes, we could see that it was coming our way. "Well, shit," said Frank. "Looks like we're going to get wet." "Crap," I said. "We can either sit in the tent and wait it out, put on our rain gear, or get wet." Neither of those options were particulary attractive. Since we had to carry everything, we brought a small tent. It was great for sleeping in, but too small to be just sitting around in. Even though rain was coming, the weather was hot, and putting on rain gear would be even more uncomfortabe than getting wet, and if we got wet we would have to build a fire and dry our clothes - packing wet clothes is a bit heavier than packing dry clothes. "There is another option, though," Frank said. "We could just take off our clothes, put them in the tent, and then it would be just us getting wet. I could use a bit of a cool down, anyway." Well there was certainly no reason for us to be modest around each other, and since we were not on an established hiking trail, there was no way that anybody else would wander along and wonder why two naked men were sitting in the rain. It seemed like an all-around good idea, so that's what we did. So there we were, sitting naked at our campsite, talking about the hike, the great scenery, how far we were planning on going the next day, when the rain started. It was just a few drops, and the cold felt invigorating. A funny thing happened, though. When the drops started hitting me, I started to get a boner. Now, as I said before, Frank and I had no reason to be modest around each other, but this was a bit unsettling for me none the less. "Looks like you've got the same problem I do," said Frank. As I looked over at him, I saw that he too was sporting a big woody. I laughed, feeling much more comfortable now that I could see the rain having the same effect on him. "Isn't it usually supposed to work the other way?" I asked. "Aren't cold showers supposed to shrink these things right up?" "Yeah, that's what I thought. Man, this feels good though. Listen, I don't know about you, but sitting around naked with a hard-on just makes me want to grab it and play with it." "I was thinking the same thing," I said, "but I didn't want to do that in front of you. Really though, I don't see any reason why we shouldn't." So, that's what we did. We were both laying back, letting the rain hit us, and just rubbing our dicks. It felt great. "Hey," said Frank. "I'll help you out if you help me out..." "What, you think we should whack each other off?" "Why not?" he said. "We both want to whack off. We both know we enjoy it a lot more if somebody else is whacking us off..." I couldn't argue with the logic of that. I wanted to cum, and if I could just lie back and enjoy it, well, why not? "Sure," I said. "Want to go first?" "Sure." And Frank came over, got on his knees between my legs, and started jerking me off. It felt great. I sat up so I could get a better view. Frank was rubbing my cock up and down, all the while staring at it. Me, I was enjoying it immensely, and all I could think of was that I was going to cum all over Frannk's hands. Pretty soon, that's exactly what I did. I spewed all over his hands, and he kept on rubbing it up and down, smearing it all over my cock and his hands. "How was that?" he asked as he stood up, grinning. As he stood up, I could see that his cock was rock hard. Obviously, he had enjoyed it a lot too. "Oh, man, that was great. Hey, thanks a lot." "No problem," he said, sitting down beside me. "OK, your turn," I said. I got up, and got between his legs. He spread them apart a little bit, to allow me easy access. I rested my arms on his legs, grabbed his prick, and started giving it a rub, up and down, and then twisting it around. His dick was just inches from my face, and it seemed like the most natural thing to put it in my mouth, so that's what I did. Frank gave out a bit of a moan, and I concentrated on his dick, working it with my hand, my lips, and my tongue. Pretty soon, Frank was cumming in my mouth. I swallowed some of it, and let the rest dribble down my chin on onto my chest. I kept at it for a little bit, until he had softened somewhat, and then got up. "So, how was that?" I asked him with a grin. "Oh, man, that was terrific. Hey, you didn't need to blow me; I was doing just fine even without that." "I know," I said. "But I have always figured that if I could ever suck myself off, I would. It just seemed like the thing to do. Haven't you ever wanted to suck yourself off?" "Yeah. I look at my dog with envy. So, how did it taste?" "I don't know. It tasted like cum. Haven't you ever tasted your own cum?" "Yeah, I guess I have," Frank said. "So I guess next time I owe you a blow job." By this time, the rain had stopped, and the sun had come out again. Frank and I lay back in the sun, drying off and warming up. After a few minutes, I started to chuckle. "What?" Frank asked. "I must look like a real slut. Lying here naked, covered in your jizz." Frank looked over at me. "Now that you mention it, you do look like a slut. I'm not sure I'm much better, though. I've still got your cum on my hands." We had camped next to a stream, so we walked over to the stream, and washed ourselves off. It was getting to be later in the afternoon, so we started a campfire and got ready to cook up our dinner. Neither one of us suggested putting our clothes back on. After dinner, we sat around the campfire, enjoying the evening. We were still naked - the evening was quite pleasant and we weren't at all cold. Then Frank got up, walked over to me, knelt down, pushed my legs apart, and took my prick in his mouth. "Oh, time for my blow job, is it?" Frank looked up, my dick still in his mouth, and went "uh huh." "Hang on," I said. "Let's do this together." I lay down on the ground and Frank lay down beside, in a 69 position. We started gobbling each other. Pretty soon, we were both cumming in each other's mouth, and this time we both swallowed it all up. We had been rolling around in the ground for a while, and the ground was still a bit muddy from the afternoon rain, so it was back to the stream to wash up. This time we helped each other out with the washing, rubbing the soap over each other. I took the soap, lathered up my hand, and went all over his prick, and then ran my hand underneath he prick and in between his cheeks. Frank did the same to me and pretty soon we were both hard again. This time we went back to the tent. We got into another 69, made each other come, and then drifted off to sleep. We sucked each other off at least twice a day for the rest of the week. It just seemed like a natural thing for two friends to be doing - making each other feel good. I wasn't sure about whether or not I should tell my wife about it, but eventually I did. She got really hot about the whole thing, and now she wants to watch me and Frank suck each other off. I haven't asked Frank about this yet, maybe that will be another story.