Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2022 23:11:25 +0000
From: Bro 24 <bro-24@hotmail.com>
Subject: Where There's a Will There's a Way, Chapter 1

Author's Note: This story is fiction (unfortunately), although the
characters and some of the events are based on reality. It is the sole
property of the author and may not be reused or excerpted without his
permission. If you enjoy this story (particularly if you jerk off to it!),
I would love to hear your comments and feedback at bro-24@hotmail.com.
Thanks for reading!


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Where There's a Will There's a Way

Chapter 1

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I was almost certain Will was gay. Or at least bi. But I still didn't know
for sure. If there was going to be any time I would find out, it would be
that night. He had asked me to join him on a camping trip and knew that if
something was going to happen between us, it would be there -- alone in the
woods, the perfect opportunity to give into our desires if they were in
fact mutual.

As for me, I was deep in the closet. At 24, it was a honed art of hiding my
desires and concealing my wandering eyes. For many years I had guessed I
was bi -- dating girls, sometimes with a steady girlfriend and frequent
straight sex -- but I had enjoyed experimenting with boys as a young
teenager, sucking dicks with a couple of horny friends and jerking off with
curious buddies at sleepovers. I'd even hooked up with a couple of guys
from the internet during my college years, only getting as far as oral and
make outs. Yet I had kept that side of me apart for all that time, as
straight as they come to my friends and family. It was when I was alone,
without much thought to it other than it felt good, that my fantasies were
always about guys. By this time I was single, living in a one-bedroom
apartment, spending too many hours in long edge sessions to gay porn and
imagine scenarios of hot sex with men. Many, if not most of those starred
Will.

There had been signs Will might be down. The lingering looks that didn't
seem imagined. The gay jokes that were just a little too spot on. The
earrings and perfectly cropped haircut he arrived with this summer when he
came back from school.

Then there had been moments when I was sure he had gay thoughts like
me. Once when we were grabbing some weekend supplies at Target, I caught
him ogling a poster of a shirtless David Beckham.

"He's so hot," he had said when I walked up next to him.

I was speechless, not sure how to respond. All I could mumble was a
confused, "what?"

"His wife," he said. "Victoria. She's so hot."

Had he caught himself? Or just misspoke? Maybe he was testing me. I had no
idea, but I wasn't about to confront him, so afraid was I of being outed
myself. In the end, we both said nothing more about it and went on nothing
had happened. But I remembered that moment, that accidental admission or
Freudian slip, or whatever it was, because, real or not, it was closest he
had come to showing that he was into dudes too.

Will was 22 and gorgeous. He was shorter, like me, maybe 5'7" or 5'8", with
auburn hair that complemented his big, dreamy brown eyes. His cute face was
so delicate, with wispy thin eyebrows and perfect smooth skin. I
desperately wanted to make out with his rose-hued lips, to feel them
pressed hard against my own before I looked down to see them wrapped around
my hard cock. I wanted to feel down his body, caressing his defined chest
and firm stomach. I imagined wrapping my arms around him, sliding my hands
from the wide shoulders that tapered down his back to his most alluring of
features -- a full, round ass that perked out from his body and always
filled out his shorts. Will wasn't muscular, but he was fit and trim; he
was a bit of a twink, smooth and masculine and beautiful.

I had seen his hard cock. Intentional or not, he had left two dick picks on
a hard drive he let me borrow once to rip his music files. It was amongst
hundreds of other pics, but as hungry for him as I was, I had combed
through them all hoping to find any view of him that would add to my
masturbatory fodder. I saved those two pics and looked at them often,
admiring what looked to be 6 inches of perfectly shaped meat, thick with a
delicious looking head and low hanging balls. When I returned the drive, I
never said a word. If he knew what he had given me, or realized it after,
he never mentioned it either.

He was beautiful, to be sure, but it was his sex appeal that attracted me
most. Some people just have an air of sex about them, and Will had a pull
on me like no one I had ever known. He was always neat and clean, groomed
and manicured. Girls hung around him in gaggles and I wondered if it was
because they felt the same allure or because they felt so comfortable
around a man like him -- the same comfort I felt. He talked about sex
casually and often, although rarely sharing many personal details. He was
gentle, sensual in his words and movements, but undoubtedly
masculine. While his features were smooth and tidy, his essence was rugged
and manly and natural.  Simply put, I wanted to fuck the shit out of him.

---

Will had just graduated and was back from college, spending the summer at
home as he figured out his life's direction. He had been in town a couple
of weeks before I ran into him at a bar, both of us out with our respective
friends for some Friday night drinking. He looked stunning when I saw him,
the earrings and hair nearly flattening me to the floor. But I kept my cool
and we hung out for a while. We talked about summer plans and traded some
stories about places we'd camped at, a shared passion for both of us. I
thought I saw something in the way he looked at me as we talked, that same
vague sense that he wanted what I did, but I buried that down and just
enjoyed being with him.

"Actually, I'm going camping this weekend," he said.

"Nice, where at?" I asked.

"Acton Lake," he replied. "There's a great site a couple mile hike out from
the main park. It's like being in the middle of nowhere."

"Sweet," I said. "That's the best camping."

"For sure. No one around, no noise, and you can see the fucking Milky Way."

"Really? Man, I haven't seen that in years. Hard to get that isolated
around here."

He looked at me for a second, then I saw a small smile growing on his face.

"You should come!" He said.

"Yeah?" I thought it over for a moment. The image of Will naked in a tent
beside me popped in my head. I pushed it away. "Who's going?"

"Just me," he said. "And you, if you want."

---

After a couple of hours of hiking we arrived at the spot he had
promised. My eyes had been nearly glued to his round ass as I followed him
down the trail, and my desire for him was quickly becoming
overwhelming. His hiking shorts were tight, hugging his full cheeks in a
thin grey nylon that folded and shifted as he walked, and I had to force
myself to think of other things as not to show the lust I had been hiding
so deep.

I admired the beauty of the campsite, agreeing that we were truly beyond
any human touch. We set about pitching a small tent, collecting some
firewood, and arranging our gear. Will had hiked in a twelve pack in a
cooler bag that we were eager to break open. After munching on some food
and building a fire, we spread a blanket on the ground, propped up our bags
to lean against, and laid down to relax.

We drank our beers and chatted about whatever. Will and I had known each
other for years, having met at a summer job when we were younger. We had
some mutual friends and had hung out occasionally ever since, mostly during
summers when one or both of us was back from school. We always seemed to
connect. Even if he was usually soft-spoken and a bit shy, between he and
I, the conversations seemed to constantly be flowing. He told me about his
past year at school and some of the wild times that reminded me of the days
in college that weren't that far behind me. After two beers, we were
laughing and telling stories, enjoying the open air, and starting to buzz.

As the firelight grew and the night creeped in, I snuck peeks at his body,
quick glimpses of his legs as the light flickered on them and glances at
his crotch, hoping to make out any shape underneath before I risked getting
caught. I was horny, and the beer wasn't helping. Being practiced at the
art of playing it straight, I tried not to let on to my secret interest and
refrained from saying anything obvious. But it was getting harder.

I realized at some point he didn't mention any girls -- a highlight of most
young men's college experience, including my own. There's a probable reason
for that, I thought to myself. The same reason I hadn't mentioned any
girls. My curiosity was piqued, and I thought perhaps this would be an
opening to see if our reasons were the same. But even if I were wrong, it
wouldn't hurt to ask what was up on that front -- we'd talked about
relationships plenty before.

"So whatever happened to Sarah?" I asked.

"Aw, you know, we just kinda went our separate ways," he said, not
expressing much.

"Too bad," I said. "I liked her."

"She was great," he said passively. "But she was moving down to North
Carolina and I still had like a year of school. So...you know, it just
wasn't gonna work."

"Yeah," I agreed. "You guys were really into each other there for a while."

"Yeah, we were." He paused for a long moment. Took a drink of beer. "We
were really into each other," he said with some emphasis.

"Oh?" I wasn't sure what he was implying.

"Yeah," he replied. "Dude, we used to fuck so much."

I laughed, choking on the beer I had brought up to my mouth. I wasn't
expecting that. He laughed too, taking a long drink as I wiped my mouth and
brushed the spilled liquid off my shirt. As I settled back down, I felt two
things: I was excited to hear him mention sex; but also, knowing he had
been regularly fucking a girl was a swipe at my restrained hope. But, I
thought to myself aided by the beer, it wouldn't hurt to keep going down
that road of his sexual encounters, even if it didn't lead to me.

"I bet you miss that," I said casually.

"Yeah man. It was constant. She had the best DSL's."

"DSL's?" I looked at him quizzically.

"Dick Sucking Lips," he explained, pouting his lips and making a sucking
motion in my direction.

"Ahh..." I replied. I stared at his mouth, the thought of those full lips
on my cock suddenly filling my brain. My dick moved a little. "Like yours,"
I half-mumbled.

I was into my third beer. It had slipped out. Fuck, I thought, why did I
say that? No, it was cool, he would just take it as a gay joke. But I had
said it so seriously.

"Fuck you," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand and another sip of
beer. If he had caught my slip-up, he didn't let on.  "What about you?" he
asked. "You been getting any?"

These were the types of questions that tied my stomach in knots. Sharing my
sex life with Will, or the lack thereof, was harder than hiding it from
anyone else. There was always the possible assumption that there was
another reason a guy was without a girl. Hell, I had just assumed the same
thing when I noticed he hadn't mentioned a girl. Even more so with Will, I
wasn't just hiding my gay desires, but also that he was the object of so
many of my jerk-off fantasies. But I was driven to talk more about sex with
him and I would hurdle past that discomfort if playing along meant a chance
of messing around.

"Naw, not for a while," I said. I took a drink. "Just busy with my job. And
it's hard meeting people out of school."

"I feel ya," he said. We sat quiet for a moment. "Been a while for me too."

"That sucks."

"Just a lot of..." he made a jerk off gesture in the air with a fist.

"Yeah," I laughed. The image of him jerking that perfect hard cock popped
in my head. My own began to swell more in my shorts. "A lot," I said
emphatically.

"Dude, I'm jerking so much these days." He said it in such a casual tone,
like it wasn't even an admission. Just a fact.

"Same, man."

Where was this going, I thought. Were we really talking about our
masturbation habits? Was this leading somewhere or just free-flowing
conversation muddled by beer?

"How much you do it?" he asked, turning his head from the fire to look
right at me.

"That's a very personal question," I said, feigning some offense.

"Very," he said, still looking at me as he took a drink of beer. "How
much?"

It was apparent he wasn't going to let it go. He was never this direct. "I
don't know," I said, trying to sound unbothered. "Like every day, I guess."

I was nervous. We were approaching that great secret -- my fantasies and
lust for Will. But fuck was it a turn on to talk about jerking off with
him. Maybe this was leading to something. Maybe he wanted the same thing as
me and we were just fumbling around trying to figure out how to get to the
good part. Perhaps I could push the envelope a little more, get heavier
into sex talk but keep some plausible deniability in case I was wrong. My
answer wasn't untrue, my frequency was just understated. In truth, I
usually beat off twice, sometimes three times a day. I couldn't keep my
hands off my cock most of the time: if it wasn't edging to gay porn, it was
to fantasies of Will and his sexy ass. Of course, I wasn't about to share
any of that, but he had brought up this wonderful topic. If he gave some
indication that I was being weird, I'd just lay it on him that he was the
one asking the questions about jerking off. In the meantime, I stared at
him waiting for his response to my frequency.

"Same," he said, looking back towards the fire. So he was a horny fucker
too. My cock was getting excited, and I had a proper semi going.

"I can't help it, man. It just feels too fucking good," I said, stating the
obvious.

"I know, dude!" he exclaimed. "I can't get enough!"

"Me either," I said. We both took a drink. "Man, sometimes I just want to
jerk off all day."

"Sometimes I do!" he replied. I burst out laughing and he followed. My dick
surged, excited by the thought of Will, stroking that perfect cock in a
long edge session. I was now at full mast.

I looked over at his crotch, hoping to see any evidence of a similar
response. No dice. Meanwhile, my shorts were tenting and there was no
clever way to hide it. If he were to look now, my boner would be
obvious. Half of me wished he would.

Will got up, took the couple of steps to the cooler bag, and bent down to
grab another beer. My eyes followed, taking in the beauty of his spread,
round ass in that thin fabric as he bent over. When he turned around,
coming back to the blanket, I saw it -- the evident outline of a very full
erection, straining the front of his shorts. I couldn't look away.

He saw me sitting there, staring hard at his crotch, then looked down,
suddenly aware of the obviousness of his boner.

"Oh fuck," he said. "Sorry." He quickly lay back down, lifting his knees so
the front of his shorts folded up, concealing the spearing protrusion.

"It's cool, man," I said gently.

"I...I..." he stuttered. He was squirming a little, embarrassed, or
nervous, and looking at me with tentative eyes. "I just..."

"Dude," I stopped him. "It's cool." I pointed at my own crotch. He looked
down at it, his eyes widening.

"You hard too?" he said.

I reached down and grabbed my dick through my shorts, showing him the
outline of my erection through the fabric.

"Damn," he said, still staring.

"All this talk about jerking off does it to me." I took my hand away, but
the outline of my boner remained.

He nodded. "For sure," he said. He paused, cracked open his beer, and took
a long drink. "Makes me want to rub one out."

It felt like we were approaching the point of no return. Even with mutual
boners and admissions of constant jerk off habits, we were up to this point
still in the clear as a couple of horny straight buds. The next step, if we
were to take it, would be crossing into the grey area of gay. One of us
would have to play our cards to get there. Thoughts and desires rushed
through my head, triggered by the knowledge of his hardon mere feet away. I
was horny for Will. I wanted his dick, his body, his sexy masculine ass. I
wanted to make out with him, suck his thick cock, and pound him raw,
experiencing the pleasure of hot gay buttfucking for the first time. Either
something was going to happen tonight, or it was never going to happen at
all. My dick was throbbing, now desperate for attention. After a long
moment of silence, the air pregnant with the question of what would be said
next, I decided to make the next move.

"Dude," I said. "Let's do it."

Will stared at me. "Do what?"

"Jerk off," I said, searching his face for affirmation. I couldn't read his
expression, but I could see the wheels turning in his head.

"You want to?" He seemed overwhelmed. But not disinterested.

"Why not, man?" I said. "We're both hard up. We're in the middle of
nowhere. There's nobody around."

He looked down at my boner again. I could see him trying to figure this
situation out and I imagined he was having the same internal debate I was
-- horny and hard, wanting to fool around together, but still afraid of the
risk. I had pushed us here, so I pushed it a little further. I reached down
and started rubbing my hard dick, my hand over my shorts. Will's eyes
strained, locked on my sudden self-pleasure.

"Fuck it," he said. He reached down with his hand and began rubbing his
too.

For a few quiet moments, we massaged ourselves, our bodies inches from each
other, our heads propped up on our bags, so all was in full view. Our
breathing got heavier, an audible swelling of sexual excitement. My dick,
aching to be touched, was given some relief by my moving hand. But it
wasn't enough. I reached under the waistband and wrapped my hand around my
shaft, starting to stroke up and down. Will watched me, his eyes wide. He
did the same. I stared as he began to jerk his cock within the strained
fabric of his shorts.

"That's better," I sighed.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Feels good."

We had gone that far, stroking ourselves together, albeit our actions and
our cocks hidden by our shorts and our nerves. For several minutes we
rubbed ourselves, our arms sometimes touching as they moved up and down so
close to one another. He gave no sign of pulling away. I hoped that Will
would make the next move. So far, the risk had all been on me. It had to be
obvious we both wanted this, didn't it? But he needed to escalate or give
some kind of sign he wanted more, or I was afraid I would have to back
off. He didn't let me down.

"I want to pound it, man," he said. To my surprise and sudden joy, he
slipped his hand out of his shorts and grasped both sides of his
waistband. He slid his shorts down, his hard cock flopping up and slapping
against his stomach. I stared hard at it, stunned. There it was. Those
pilfered dick pics didn't do it justice. It was glorious: more than six
inches, cut and thick and perfectly shaped. His balls hung low in a loose
sack which, like the rest of his crotch, was lightly covered in the soft
fur I had always admired on his arms and legs. Here was the ultimate
beauty: a young man's erect cock. Will's aroused penis. It felt like he was
showing it to me, like an invitation.

I watched as he wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to stroke it at
a medium pace. He watched me watching, his eyes darting down to my crotch
in a deliberate way. I pulled my shorts down too, finally releasing my
aching cock from its restraints. It was so rock hard it stood nearly
straight up from my torso. My head was swollen and dark, and a drop of
precum glistened on the tip. Will made no effort to hide his gaze, his eyes
wide as he stared at my hard dick.

"Fuck," he whispered, perhaps involuntarily, but just loud enough for my
ears.

I started to jerk off, matching his speed. After a few moments, he slipped
his shorts over his feet and all the way off. I did the same, so we were
both nude from the waist down, our legs spread and touching as we pleasured
ourselves. Without a word between us, we openly watched each other, no
longer trying to conceal interest. I was so turned on seeing him masturbate
that stunning dick right before me, mesmerized by the motions of his hand
as it glided up and down his shaft, his round well-formed balls bouncing in
time just below. A stream of clear precum was flowing down the head. I
yearned for his dick even more, hoping he felt the same way.

His locked eyes, fixed on my dick, told me all I needed to know. They were
hungry eyes. Eyes of a man that wanted another man's cock. I no longer had
my doubts that I was only one with gay feelings. Will was into it too.

"I can't believe we're doing this," I said after a couple of minutes of
silent jerking.

"Yeah," he said. His voice was intense. "This is pretty hot."

It was an understatement. This was perhaps the hottest thing I'd ever done
-- mutually masturbating with the guy of my sex dreams. Getting off to each
other's dicks. I wanted more.

"Will?" I said tentatively.

"Yeah?" he replied, low and unsure.

I mustered my nerve. I stared at his captivating hard penis, bouncing up
and down in his hand. I imagined what we could be doing and knew we were so
close to sex, so close to realizing my incessant fantasies. Then it
happened -- my thirst for my sexy friend peaked, eclipsing any worry or
consequence of sharing my gay desires for the first time. All the longing
and craving and obsession that had built up for so long for this hot,
sex-oozing man came crashing through, a tidal wave of lust. Stroking myself
faster, no longer jerking off thinking about Will, but jerking off to him
right in front of me, I finally said what I had felt for years.

"I fucking want you, dude."

Will ceased his stroking and said nothing. His eyes flicked up from my
exposed cock, locking directly onto mine, and I saw his hunger flash there
in the reflection of the fire's flames. There was a split second of
recognition, a shared lust that had finally broken free, then he threw
himself at me, his body landing square on top, and in the same motion
pressed his lips, hard, against mine.

So many things happened at once in an overwhelming release of animalistic
desire. I kissed him hard back. No build of soft pecks, just instant,
aggressive making out, our tongues pushing into each other's mouths without
permission or care. He tasted fucking good. My arms wrapped tight around
him, pulling him hard into me as I felt up and down that V-shaped back,
grabbing and caressing his smooth skin and firm body. I felt the powerful
sensation of his hard penis grinding right onto mine, the manifestation of
his sex against my own. They rubbed and grinded and slid against each other
and the feeling was everything I could want it to be.

There were grunts of "fuck" and "oh god" and "yes" as we made out, kissing
down each other's necks and clutching at our bodies. It was more intense
than any time with a woman; only the energy of a horny, gay-fueled man
could have matched my own in this moment. At some time in our writhing and
kissing and humping our shirts came off too, and we were then two naked,
hard men getting it on fast with hands all over each other. He reached down
between us, grasping my steel-hard rod in his hand, fondling it, squeezing
it, cupping my balls as he continued to lick and kiss my neck with abandon.

He pulled up from me, looking deep in my eyes and saying, "I've wanted your
dick for so long." It was said with such desperation, and I knew then that
he had spent maybe just as many hours pleasuring himself to this as I had.

"Fucking take it," I commanded.

He moved down, like there wasn't a second to lose, and in an instant, I
felt his tongue licking up the sides of my cock.

"Oh god, Will," I moaned.

He licked all over, up my shaft, around the ridge of the head, down to my
full balls that were so sensitive to the flicks of his warm, wet tongue. I
felt him press my cock against his face, like an embrace, rubbing my
swollen head over his cheeks, his lips, his forehead, like he was savoring
something for the first time. Had he never had a cock before?

He licked on the tip, tasting my precum. I watched in awe as he took the
sticky liquid it in his mouth, then swallowed. Then he licked it some more,
trying for another taste. He looked up at me as he licked, his eyes wide
like a puppy hoping for praise. As I looked down at him, my head raised and
my mouth agape, he opened his lips and took the head of my cock in his
mouth.

"Oh fuuuuck," I moaned.

He was affirmed, and he began to suck on my head, pulling it in and out of
his mouth as his cheeks drew in. He nursed on my cockhead, and I threw my
head back and closed my eyes, awash with pleasure.

My guess was Will had never sucked dick before. His desire was obvious,
licking and sliding it in his mouth with ravenous energy. But his technique
was tentative. He worked up to sucking down to my shaft only after he had
gotten some rhythm to sucking the head. He glided more than sucked, taking
my dick in and out, being careful not to go too deep. But it didn't matter
if it was his first dick; the feeling of knowing Will so horny for my cock,
having it in his mouth with such gay and genuine hunger, eclipsed any
blowjob I had ever had.  He began to suck in earnest, a little more than
half my cock sliding in and out of his mouth. Saliva dripped down my shaft
and the wetness spread across his face. Slurping sounds added to the echoes
of the night and the crackling fire. I looked down at him again, admiring
the view I had imagined a thousand times -- those rosy, full lips wrapped
around my cock, eagerly sucking and taking more with each insertion. He was
bent over on his knees and I saw down further he was furiously jerking off.

"Yeah," I encouraged. "Suck my cock, Will."

He made a muffled moan, sucking harder.

"You like my dick, don't you?" I teased.

His eyes looked up at me again and he nodded, his mouth full but clearly
making a sound of approval.

"Fuuuuck," I moaned, and I laid my head back down to appreciate my sexy
friend sucking me off.

It was a good five minutes before he came up for air, popping off my dick
and taking heavy breaths. He sat up on his knees, one hand still beating
himself off and the other sliding down my wet dick as he felt and jerked
it.

I got up too, moving towards him. Our cocks touched before our lips did. We
grabbed at each other's dicks, jerking them in unison and returning to our
heavy making out. I licked the wetness off his face, tasting the spit and
precum and dick off him.

"Fuck, I'm so horny for you," I said in his ear.

He grabbed my cock hard, nearly yanking it. "Me too."

"Give me your cock," I commanded. Without waiting, I lay down prone in
front of him and took his hardon deep in my mouth.

"Oh yesssss," Will moaned.

I bobbed on it eagerly, so horny to finally taste the thick cock that I had
only seen in pictures. It was true that I also was not an experienced
cocksucker, my training being limited to the youthful explorations and
infrequent hookups of my past, but my desire for his cock had made me an
enthusiastic and quick learner. After only a few sucks, I was taking him
more and more, and in short order I was sucking his cock nearly to the
base.

"Fuck, Mark," he moaned. "That feels so good."

I reached behind him, and with my hands got my first feel of his ass. It
was incredible. Smooth, full, round, and firm.

"Oh god yes," he purred.

I pulled him into me, my hands full of his ass cheeks and my mouth full of
his dick. He started to buck in and out.

"Yeah man," he said. "Let me fuck your mouth."

I stopped bobbing and opened my mouth wider. He took the queue and began
fucking into me. I took his dick farther and farther.

"Fuck Mark," he said louder. "Suck my dick!"

I grunted, still grabbing his ass cheeks pulling him forward, encouraging
his bucking hips.

"Fuck yeah!" he called out. "You like that fucking cock."

It was then that I realized something about Will that I hadn't
guessed. Despite his soft-spoken demeanor, he was very verbal when he was
getting off. It was such a turn on. Somehow, getting gay with him brought
it out me too. It was like all that pent-up secret desire after so long was
coming out in expressions of hot dirty talk as we were finally open about
what we wanted. He encouraged and teased, even demeaned. And I gave it
right back. We were so hot for each other; it was like we couldn't stop
talking about it.

"You look so hot sucking dick," he said. I slurped harder. "Take it all,
cocksucker," he demanded.

With that he started to buck hard. He lost control, furiously fucking into
my throat. I felt those loose, round balls slapping my chin. I wanted every
inch of him, to swallow that whole beautiful hard dick. But it was too
much. After a few hard thrusts that hit the back of my throat, I started to
gag. I quickly pulled off his cock, turning to the side and heaving.

"Oh shit," he said. "You okay man?"

After a moment of recovery, I turned back, wiping my mouth and looking up
at him. "I'm cool," I said. "Just need a breather."

I turned over on my back and Will lay down next to me in the opposite
direction. His wet and hard dick was near my face and mine was near his. He
propped himself on an elbow, looking up my body.

"Dude, Mark," he said. "That felt so good. You've sucked dick before,
haven't you?"

I looked down at him. "Yeah," I confessed. "I've tried it a couple times."

"Really?" he said, surprised.

"Yeah," I said. He was looking at my dick, a few inches from his face. It
was raised in the air, aching for attention again.

"Suck it, Will," I told him.

He leaned over, taking my dick in his hand again. Then he opened his mouth
and bent down onto it.

"Fuuuuck," I moaned.

He sucked it slow, making long slow sucks while his hand held the base. He
slowly stroked me while he bobbed down on my cock. Then I could feel him
getting into it again, sucking harder and taking more. I looked down,
seeing his eyes closed, but with a deep look of pleasure on his face. He
didn't have to tell me he had never sucked dick, I knew from his surprise
at my own admission. But I could see that he enjoyed it, needed it like I
did. The peaceful satisfaction of having a hard cock in his mouth was
evident from his face.

I leaned in and took his cock too. He let out a long moan, muffled by his
full mouth. I sucked him down good, tasting every inch. We leaned into each
other and slowly 69ed.

I don't know how we long we sucked. Time lost all meaning, and there was
only the focus of sucking Will's incredible dick and the pleasure of his
mouth on my own. The fire had died down and I was getting a bit chilled. I
didn't want to stop, but we were going to have to do something in our nude
state as the night cooled.

I pulled off his cock, looking down and seeing him still intently sucking
and licking.

"Will," I said. He looked up at me, still lost in a sexual trance, saliva
dripping from his face. "Let's get in the tent."

He nodded and we both slowly got up. Our cocks were hard as ever, sticking
out from bodies as I followed him to the tent on the far side of the
campfire. It was then that I got my first look at Will's bare ass. It was
everything I had dreamed and more. His cheeks were smooth, so perfectly
rounded, with a deep long crack. His ass stuck from his body, inviting and
sexual. You can check out a guy's ass a million times and still be
surprised how it looks when he's nude. Will's ass was a triumph of
masculine sexuality, a prize I wanted to win. All my fantasies couldn't
reckon with the beauty of seeing those round, firm cheeks in person. If
only Will was as interested in taking my cock as I was in pounding his ass
silly.

We got in the tent, Will laying his naked body down on a sleeping bag as I
zipped up the flap. I fumbled and turned on a small lantern, giving us some
ability to see it the pitch dark of the night. His legs were spread and his
cock was straight up. I threw myself on top of him and we made out again,
intense kissing and grabbing while our dicks rubbed.

"Grind your dick on me," he moaned. I positioned my raging boner parallel
to his and humped my hips, crushing them together. I lifted up from
kissing. A few inches from his face, we looked directly in each others
eyes.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Yeah, Mark. Your dick is so hard."

I grinded harder, using my body weight to smash our cocks together. I could
feel our heads sliding, made slick by the mix of our drooling precum.

"God damn that feels good," he said.

"Will, you're so fucking hot," I declared.

"So are you," he replied, staring deep in my eyes. "I didn't know if..." he
trailed off.

I knew what he meant. I had had the same uncertainty. But there was no
reason to talk about it now. I just leaned down and kissed him again,
sliding my tongue deep in his mouth where his met mine. They wrestled in a
slow dance, a passionate kiss that shared all our long-hidden desire and
comforted the fear that had held us both back for too long. I lifted up
from him again.

"Grind your cock on me," I directed him.

"Yes," he said. We flipped over, me on my back and him on top of me. He
positioned our cocks together and humped into me just as I had. I felt up
and down his body, caressing and squeezing his pecs before running my hands
up and down his back. They found their way down to the firm but soft globes
of his ass, which flexed and relaxed with his humps against my cock. I
moaned as my hands filled with his cheeks.

I wanted his ass so bad. I wanted to spread those cheeks and own his
asshole. My cock throbbed at the thought of sliding into him, filling up
his ass and fucking him hard like only a man can. As he humped me, his head
thrown back and eyes closed in the ecstasy of our horny frot, my hand crept
closer into his crack. I slid one finger down the line between his cheeks,
slowly feeling further in between. If he noticed what I was doing, he
didn't resist. Warmth radiated from his ass crack, and I was driven to feel
deeper. With my other hand I grabbed his cheek, pulling his ass apart. Then
I slowly slid my finger inward, feeling the slightest amount of his soft
fur there, inching deeper until I touched him in that most private of
places. I gently brushed the pad of my finger across his hole.

"Ohhhhh," he moaned. He never opened his eyes, just quietly said, "What are
you doing?"

I didn't answer, I only responded by brushing his hole again. And again.

"Oh god," he whispered.

He liked it. I wanted to give him more. I pressed my finger on his hole,
lightly, just a light pressure against his ass lips. He grinded his dick
harder against mine and his breathing got heavier. I ran my finger down his
crack again, landing on his hole and this time pushing the tip just in
between to gain the slightest amount of entry.

"Oh my god," he whimpered.

I pushed harder, pointing my finger to get into his hole, but his anus was
locked tight. I needed to feel deeper inside him, to aid my entry into his
ass. The solution was right in front of us. I reached between our bodies,
finding the tips of our swollen cocks as they rubbed together and slathered
my finger in the pool of oozing precum we had made. Returning to the prize,
I rubbed my finger on his hole again, smearing the pre around the circular
lips before starting to insert it into him. It went in.

"Fuuuuck," Will called out.

I pushed my finger in up to the knuckle, holding it there, then, gliding on
the precum lube, pulled it back out.

"Oh god, Mark," he moaned. "What are you doing?"

I didn't answer. He wasn't resisting. I pushed my finger in again, feeling
the tightness consume it. He moaned louder and his humping became more
erratic. Spread his cheeks apart again with my other hand, I slid my finger
back out to the sounds of his heavy gasps, then back in, farther than
before. I wiggled my finger inside him.

"Of fuuuuck," Will moaned and his body shuddered on top of me.

"Do you like that?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Yessss," he hissed in satisfaction.

He was opening up some now and my finger penetrated him further with each
hump of his hips. He was still grinding our cocks together, but in the same
movement he was pushing back onto my finger, gently fucking himself on it
as I moved it inside him.

"That feels so good," he moaned, laying his head down on my neck, giving in
to the pleasure.

Now was the time. His hole was prepared. I'd worked him up to a near
frenzy, and my discovery of the sexiness of his tight asshole had filled me
with raw lust.

I whispered in his ear, "Will, I want to fuck you."

He raised his head, looking at me with uncertain eyes. "I've never done
that."

"Me either," I said. "But I want your ass so bad."

"We can try it," he said hopefully.  We didn't move. "I don't know what to
do."

Neither did I, but I had seen guys fuck a million times in porn and I knew
what I wanted.

"Here," I said, grabbing his body to move him off me. "Turn over."

I moved to the side, and he lay down on his stomach on the sleeping
bag. His arms were raised above his head, crossed over the pillow, and he
turned his head to the side so he could look back at me. I got up on my
knees, hovering over him. My eyes wandered down his sexy body, admiring
that beautiful skin and the well-formed back that tapered down from his
shoulders. The mounds of his ass, so smooth yet so masculine, were right
before me. With one hand I reached out and began to squeeze and kneed his
cheeks, and with the other I jacked off. It was a sight I had dreamed of
for too long. I couldn't help masturbating to his sexy naked butt, even if
I were about to fuck it.

"I don't know if you can get that in me," he said, watching me jerk my
dick. He had a hint of concern in his voice, but I could tell he wanted it
too.

"Have you ever had anything in your ass?" I asked.

"Well...yeah," he said and paused for a second, perhaps a bit
embarrassed. "I mean, I've...played with things."

I looked up at his face with a smirk. "Naughty boy," I said.

"We can try" he said again.

I laid on top of him, positioning my throbbing hard cock right in between
his ass cheeks. The feeling of my dick on his ass immediately made me
squirt a shot of precum. It dribbled down his crack and I moved my dick up
and down to spread it around, making the whole area slick. I lowered my
chest on his back, my face right near his, my mouth at his ear. He surely
had to hear me nearly panting, I was so horned up to be on humping his
butt. I lifted my hips, sliding my cock down between those cushiony cheeks
until my head rubbed across his hole.

"Ooooooh," Will moaned, a sound of pure pleasure.

"Your ass is so hot," I whispered in his ear.

"I want to feel your dick," he replied.

I humped slow, sliding my dick in long motions over his hole, up his ass
crack, and back down. I could hear the wet sounds of my precum, gooey and
slick. Every time my head rubbed over his hole he let out a low moan,
almost purring.

"I've wanted your ass for so long," I whispered.

"Mark," he said, breathing hard. "Put it in."

I lifted up, aiming my cock head right on his tight asshole, then I moved
straight down, trying to push it between those tight lips. My cock just
flipped off the surface and folded up into his crack. I lifted up again,
and with my hand I held my shaft, aiming again for his hole. I lowered
down, holding my cock steady, and pushed. I felt the slightest give from
his hole and I could feel that I had entered him just the slimmest
bit. Will didn't react, seeming to be holding his breath. I waited a
second, then pushed again. This time I felt my head enter him just a bit
more, but it stopped there.

"Spit on it," he said.

"Ok."

I pulled out and leaned up, spitting into my hand and then smearing it on
my dick. The saliva and precum mixed to a nice, slick lube on my
cockhead. I got back in position on him, my head on his hole, and pushed
again. His ass lips opened and suddenly my head shot in with a visceral
pop.

"Oh fuuuuuck!" Will yelled, his tone painful. I froze.

"You ok?"

He took a deep breath. "Yeah," he said. "Just wasn't expecting that."

"Should I pull it out?" I asked.

"No, just hold up a sec."

"Ok," I said. I held my cock in place, about two inches into his hole. It
was so tight, like a vice. But I could already feel the warmth of being in
him. Everything in me urged to push farther, but I restrained myself, not
wanting to hurt him.

"Ok. Keep trying," he said. "Slow."

I pushed farther, slowly, my cock gradually becoming enveloped by his
hole. It was even tighter than before. Warm. Moist. As slow as I could, I
pushed my steel-hard rod deeper into his ass. I hit a stopping point, some
invisible wall inside him that I pushed against but could go no further.

"Fuck!" He yelled. "Stop stop stop!"

"Ok, ok," I said. He was breathing heavy. My cock was more than halfway
in. If only I could get it past whatever barrier was in the way.

"Let's try something," I said.

"Ok. Yeah, I don't think this is working," he said, sounding strained.

I gently pulled out of him and got up on my knees. Grabbing his hips, I
lifted his waist and he rose up onto all fours, bent over so his cheeks
opened.

"Spread your ass," I directed.

He reached behind and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands. It was then
that I got my first look at his asshole and my cock throbbed, a gush of
precum leaking out. A surge of lust came over me. It was the hottest thing
I'd ever seen -- a circular wrinkled pink lip, glistening with my makeshift
lube. It was rosy-pink, and just outside a second ring with a bit darker
color. A fine line of soft fur ran down his crack. It was hotter than any
pussy, than any man's hole I had seen in porn. I was mesmerized.

"Fuck, dude," I mumbled.

"What?" Will said, looking back at me.

"It's so fucking hot," I said, in a trance. "Your hole."

"Try again," he said.

I gathered some spit in my mouth and let it fall down onto my
cock. Smearing it around again, it mixed with my precum, suddenly
replenished by the site of his alluring anus. With ease I placed my
cockhead right up to his hole, spread wide by his hands.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Yeah, do it."

The head entered easily this time, his ass lips already loosened and lubed
from the first attempt. My head popped in the first inch just like before
and I heard Will breathe in sharply. I maneuvered on my knees to get more
leverage and then with steady force pushed my cock deeper. It slid in a
little more. Will didn't protest. I paused for a second then pushed a
little more. My cock was halfway in. I pushed again but felt the same
invisible barrier giving its resistance. But I wanted in him so bad, I
wanted to feel what it was like to have my cock deep in a man's ass. In
sexy Will's round, smooth, gorgeous manly ass. Not hearing him object, I
pushed one last time -- hard -- and my dick slid all the way in, deep in
his rectum, and my balls made contact with his smooth taint. The feeling
was unreal, tighter and warmer and a more perfect fit than anything my dick
had ever felt.

At the same time, we both yelled a long "Fuuuuuck!" Will out of pain, me
out of overwhelming pleasure.

"You ok?" I asked, worried that I wouldn't have the willpower to pull out
even if he wanted me to.

He was breathing hard. "Yeah," he panted. "Just hold it there. Just hold
it."

I waited, my cock fully in his ass. The experience of being in him was like
nothing I had ever felt. Sure, I had fucked girls, but this was seismically
different. My penis was in another man's ass, full to the hilt. We couldn't
be closer; I was a part of him. We were connected in a way that I would
come to understand was only possible between gay men. Filling his hole with
my cock was so natural, so lustful, and so fundamental to our base animal
desires. I knew then that I didn't just want to fuck him, I needed to fuck
his ass.

Five seconds passed. Will was holding his breath. Ten seconds passed. I
could feel my cock pulsing inside him and he was beginning to take some
breaths. Then, when I was about to ask if he needed me to pull out, he
spoke up.

"Ok," he said. "It's ok now."

"Yeah?" I asked, wanting to be sure.

"Yeah. It's not as bad."

I tentatively pulled out some, and just as slow back in.

"Oooh," Will cooed softly.

"That ok?" I asked.

"Yeah."

I fucked out and in again, pleasure beyond any words building up in my
dick.

"Oh fuck," Will said, a hint of surprise in his voice.

I fucked again, a little faster, followed by another thrust.

"Oh god," he moaned.

At a slow rhythm I stared fucking his ass, pulling out about halfway before
sliding back in all the way to the base.

"Oh Mark," he moaned louder .  "This ok?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he said. "It feels so good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah dude, oh my god."

I was encouraged and began fucking faster, finding a good speed to bring my
cock in and out of him with some precision but with not too much force. The
sensation was intense -- so tight and warm. I'd wanted to fuck a man's ass
for so long, countless hours spent fantasizing but so naïve to how
great it actually felt. To be sliding my dick in the sexy friend I lusted
for made it that much more powerful.

"Will, you feel so good," I moaned between heavy breaths.

"Oh fuck," Will said as I thrust. "Oh god."

"You like that?"

"Fuck Mark, it's so fucking good."

"You like my big cock in your ass?"

"Yes, Mark," he said like he could barely speak. "Fuck my ass!"

I sped up, so horny and forgetting the restraint that I had had for his
well-being. I slid my pole out farther before shoving it all the way back
in.

"Yes," he cried. "Fuck me faster!"

Now I was full-on fucking him, giving him the length of my dick and filling
up his tight hole. I was fucking him at a regular clip, moans coming out of
his mouth with every push inside him. I leaned over and wrapped my arms
around his back, holding him as I fucked, and laying my head down by his.

"Your ass feels so fucking good," I said into his ear.

"Oh god! Oh yes! Fuck me with that cock!" Will was lost to pleasure.

"Take my dick, dude. Take my fucking cock."

"Yes, give it to me. Fuck it feels so gooood."

I fucked harder, pulling my dick nearly all the way out then thrusting it
back in fast.

"Ooooooh!" Will yelled.

"Yeah Will, take it." I pulled out again then pounded into him.

"Fuck yeeaaah!" He yelled.

I got a hard rhythm going, pounding his butt while I held his body, my face
still close to his. I fucked him for several minutes at a faster pace, and
in his hunger for more he started pushing back onto me. It became
animalistic, panting and sweating and fucking. He moaned and cooed with
every thrust and encouraged by his intensity I talked dirty into his ear.

"Yeah Will, you like that cock, don't you? I've wanted to fuck you for so
long. You like a big dick in your ass? Fucking take my cock. Tell me you
like cock."

"I fucking love it!" he called.

"No, tell me you like a cock fucking your ass," I commanded.

"I love your cock fucking my ass!"

I reached under him and felt for his dick, quickly finding his rock-hard
pole standing out from between his legs. It was harder than I ever could
have imagined, covered in slick precum. I wrapped my hand around it and
started stroking.

"Fuck yeah! Jerk my cock!"

I jerked him hard and fast, and I could feel his body shuddering beneath
me. He lifted his head and arched his back, a movement that somehow opened
his ass up even more and I pounded into him even further.

"Fuck! Yeah! Deeper!" He was nearly screaming.

"Oh god, Will!" I yelled. "It's so fucking good!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

So intense was the pleasure, finding new depths in his tight asshole, that
I felt the swift rise towards orgasm. I wanted to fuck him like this
forever, but there was no way I was going to last. I needed to fill him
with my seed.

"Dude, I'm gonna cum in your ass!" I told him.

"Yeah, Mark. Fucking fill me with it," he cried.

I jerked his throbbing rod underneath us as I pounded his ass in a wild
frenzy.

"You want my load?"

"Fuck yeah!"

It came suddenly, a hard burst like no other cum I had ever
experienced. With a forceful hammering of my dick deep inside, I felt my
sperm shoot into his ass. At the same time, he called out and his cock
throbbed and began to squirt. His asshole contracted on my orgasming dick,
milking out each spray of juice. We both yelled "Fuuuuck!" as we came in
unison. Three shots, four, five, six. It shot deep in his gut while his
hole massaged me. I stroked his cum out too, and soon the throbs became
gentle pulses. He collapsed onto his stomach, and I fell on top of him, my
dick still deep inside.

"Oh my god, oh my god" I repeated softly, completely spent. Will's back
heaved hard under me as he tried to recover his breath. I left my dick in
him for a moment, unable to move. Then slowly slid it out, delicately as it
was overstimulated and sensitive. It came out with a slimy string of my cum
attached.

I rolled over next to him, looking up at the top of the tent and feeling
exhausted. Will turned his head to look at me.

"I can't believe we did that," he said quietly.

"Me either," I said. I was still breathing hard.

"It felt so good." He sounded like he was in awe.

"Yeah," was all I could muster.

---

We lay silently after that, me reflecting on what happened, and I assume
him doing the same. I had just had gay sex for the first time. I had fucked
the man of my jack off fantasies. We had eagerly sucked each other's cocks
for nearly an hour. Now we were laying naked with my load in his ass. If
there was any doubt Will was gay too, it had been banished by the
enthusiasm he had shown for my cock.

I felt myself falling asleep. The night of beer and hard sex had worn me
out beyond any ability for further deliberation. My last thought, before I
faded out, was what the morning would bring. We had admitted so much to
each other and now our secrets were out. How would we face all of this
after what we had done and the pleasure we shared? It was a question I
couldn't answer -- I passed out, satisfied for now, but still curious about
our future.

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