Date: Fri, 25 Dec 2020 08:18:25 +0000 (UTC) From: Terry Green Subject: Camping with Hahn Hi Please support nifty as much as you can. Thank you to this site, the writers, and happy holidays to all! Terry What a joy it was to be camping with my friend Hahn again. The summer was just right, not too hold or cold in central Pennsylvania, and we were sure to be hiking a lot. It was one of our many passions, as we both were in our early 20's, and had met in scouting several years back. We both went to the same college, and while we had full time jobs in the summer, we were a rarity. We had weekends off. Our classmates were were these days, and our Monday through Friday shifts were a cinch. I worked at the bank. A bounced check was my biggest stress, although there were some difficult customers. Looking back it taught me how to work with people, and Hanh worked at a clothing store. He liked the fashion industry, and was always into the newest trends. While it was obvious to anyone around us we were more than friends, we kept our passion for each other confined to the bedroom or tent. Hahn's family was always nice to me. His older sister was like an extra mom to us, and she always insisted on us eating the delicious Vietnamese food they were known for. His parents owned the most popular restaurant in town, starting out with nothing, and from sheer determination and hard work, became highly successful. Yes they did let Hahn know he always could work at their restaurant, but they didn't pressure him, and let him follow his dreams. We were both business majors, and he wanted to start his own fashion company. Hahn's design skills were exemplary, and he is actually very successful in California right now for some exclusive name brands. I've had the fortune of visiting him a couple times, and of course after some touring of the area, we picked off where we left off. "That was a good hike, here gave some water." Hahn was so conscientious. We put in ten miles, and it wasn't an easy trail. On the trip we saw deer, birds, and even what may have been a bear off in the distant. This didn't alarm us as they were native to the Poconos, although obviously we gave this large animal a decent berth for safety reasons. For whatever reason, I did feel a bit winded, and told Hahn I'd take a nap. He read a book on the picnic table, and I stripped down to my briefs, and got in the sleeping bag. Before I could count backwards from 20, I was out completely. The last few days I hadn't rested well. Yet I had good dreams, and envisioned kissing Hahn, holding his petite 5'3 frame in my 6'3 torso, and making love to him passionately. Our attraction was magnetic, and I appreciated his open mindedness. Several times he work lipstick and nail polish for me, and always smooth all over. As I rested comfortably, I was relentless in movement. Upon opening my eyes, I felt warmth around my cock. Oh yes, yes, yes, yes. In the small bit of light provided by the moon, Hahn's thick lips were going up and down my shaft. My toes curled and I started moaning, as the sensation and visual were a lot to take in. Then again he had my 8 inch rod balls deep in his mouth, and I could feel my precum sliding by his tongue. Oh yes he was going to taste my DNA. The heat went up fast, as I literally had never been serviced like this, as he gently massaged my balls, and rimmed me with the precision of a target getting nailed. From zen sleep to pure pleasure he was hitting all of the right spots. Finally I pulled him up and started kissing him. His natural body scent turned me on more, our tongues connected, we stared into each other's eyes. "I want you to fuck me," he said and I couldn't wait to. Yet we continued kissing, and I practically lunged to get his shirt off, his nipples were so very sensitive. Touching them I felt them get hard. He practically screamed out in joy as I kissed them, his neck, and felt his back arch up as I reached into his tight white underwear. Oh yes he was completely smooth. My favorite. Touching his groin, penis, and testicles made him smile, as he rubbed mine in his delicate hands. I had him lie down, sucked him with a fury, and started to finger him. Somehow I was able to get the lube. He was moaning as I licked his nether regions, rimming his tight hole, and his eyes rolled up in a symphony of sensory overload. As I sucked him, I felt more pent up aggression, and used my 6 feet of height and muscle to grab his hair and tell him, "get on my cock now." He did as told, and through what light we had, I saw him put my cock up against him, and soon felt the popping and entrance of his rear end pleasing every nerve ending. Oh yes he kissed me as I could feel his tight wet and hot hole stretching under my beyond hard penis. He grimaced a bit, which made me push the envelope harder. Yet soon he was feeling good being my bottom bitch, as I got him up and bent him over. Sure enough I was hitting his g spot. I touched his tightening up balls, and with a whoosh, he came all over our sleeping bags. His whole body from head to toe surged, as I plowed on. The clicking sound was heard, the sweat of our pheromones, the moaning. It was so incredible, as while we had always fucked like animals, tonight was primal as I pulled his hair again and had Hahn kiss me. Oh yes he was so sexy, and his smooth body lit me up more, as I felt the anticipation the volcano down below. Sure enough I filled his hole with my seed, and the explosion was huge. We both kissed as even in this darkness, my cum was visible rolling out from what was left of his ass. He didn't walk so well the next day, and cuddling with him all night was the best sleep of a lifetime.