I've always been an outdoorsy type. Hunting, fishing, hiking, camping, you name it. We'll back when I was in my early 20s, I had a friend that I'd hike with. I'll call him A. A and I met in the military when we were both fresh out of boot camp. I met him and recognized the southern accent. Then realized that he grew up just a few miles down the road from my mom and a couple of hours from me.

We hit it off and became pretty good friends. Doing all the outdoorsy stuff and chasing girls together every weekend.

Well, I was bi, or at least figuring out I was... but I kept it to myself. I thought I did a pretty good job if hiding it too, but maybe I wasn't a slick as I thought. I was pretty sure that A was a straight as an arrow though.

On a couple of occasions we even shared girls in a threesome. Those were my favorite. I really enjoyed watching him with the ladies or seeing him get sucked while I took my turn with her. But we never touched each other.

I'm sure he saw how excited I'd get watching though.

Anyways, we went for a 4 day extended weekend hike together. The first day was uneventful. Hiked over a mountain with great views and camped out on the eastern face of another mountain. On day two we took a route to the north. Instead of going over the peak we decided to go around and come out by a small lake we'd seen on the map.

(This was in the 90s and were still using compasses and maps with landmarks).

We came into a clearing in the early afternoon and saw the lake. It was beautiful. Just what you'd hope for in a mountain lake in a national park in the pacific northwest.

It was irresistible. We took our clothes off and ran into the water. We knew we had about for hours before dark and we wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

We swam, splashed, talked about girls. Just young guys, you know.

We then decided to set camp near the lake. We knew we had enough time to set up, build a fire, and get in another swim before dark. We put on our underwear and started to work.

After seeing up camp, A pulled out a flask of bourbon. We had a couple of drinks and then stripped and went right back to the water.

A was feeling more playful. We splashed each other a bit and then he tried to dunk me. I was a bigger, more muscular guy, but he was very toned. He took a leap and tried to push me under the water. When he did I felt his semi- hard cock press against me and slide down my torso as I relented and went under water.

I felt a warm, excited sensation rush over me.

I instantly got hard. Of course at that age I would get hard when the wind would change directions....

I didn't act on it directly, but I did figure that I'd return the favor. So I went to sink him and made sure my cock brushed against him too.

He laughed and said, "dude you're hard". As he smiled...

Being young I wasn't sure how to react. We'd never made it to that line before. Where should it be? Should I "out" myself? Should I deny it? Should I make a witty reply?

Insecurities and doubt swirled in my head....

Without having a response that satisfied me I just, "I don't know man", and I seem a little deeper to read water.

We shrugged it off together... at least for the moment.

We swam a bit more, but a bit less playful.

A decided to head out of the water and check on the fire. The sun was about to go down and it was getting time to warm up and eat.

I stayed in the water and watched him. Instantly getting hard as I watched him walk completely naked back up to the camp.

I saw him sit on his sleeping bag by the door without putting his clothes on. Just there stark naked.

I knew I'd be aroused. I knew I wouldn't be able to hide it. I knew he mentioned it earlier... was he doing this to send a signal to me, or maybe to see how I'd react? Or maybe he was just comfortable that way.

Man, the brain of a young man overthinks things way too much....

I decided fuck it. I'm going up there naked too, hard or not. So I did.

Rock hard. At full attention. I marched right up to camp without a stitch of clothing on.

I saw him look up at me. I noticed his eyes locked onto my crotch. Face emotionless. He didn't say a word this time.

I sat across from him at the campfire, both of us naked. Neither of us talking. For a couple of guys that always had game with the ladies we sure were awkward with each other.

A finally spoke up and said he had a not in the back of his shoulder from carrying his pack and he just couldn't get it worked out. Said the swim helped, but he could feel it tensing up.

I asked if he wanted some help working it out. He eagerly accepted.

I knelt down behind him as he sat by the fire. The warmth on our naked skin. I put my hands on his shoulders and felt goosebumps pop up on him. Then he started to relax.

I could tell he was enjoying the massage as I worked his shoulders. Closing his eyes, leaning back towards me a bit, a light occasional moan.

That was all it took. I'm fully erect again. I think to myself. Maybe... just maybe, it I inch a little closer he'll notice.

I shifted... maybe a bit too much, and my cock pressed head first into his lower back.

I saw his eyes pop open in a surprising manner and I instantly felt shamed and mortified...

As I started to pull away he reached back and grabbed it saying, "I think you may be enjoying the massage more than me".

Again I'm speechless. He didn't let go of my cock. After a second of silence he said, "it's okay" as he began massaging my penis.

I'm moving my hands over his shoulders and onto his chest now. Rubbing and touching.

He said he'd get in a better position for the massage... it was then he rolled over onto his belly with his head near my crotch. I'm rubbing his back, working my way towards his ass as he takes my cock into his mouth.

I feel like my head is about to explode!!! Is this really happening?

It's getting very dark now. The firelight flickering across his white toned ass and olive tanned back. Muscle tone showing up in the shadows of the light.

As much as I'm enjoying this, I want to do more. I want him in my mouth too.

I pull away and lay next to him. We laid on our sides in a 69 position as we started to suck and lick on each other. Caressing and rubbing. Stroking and squeezing.

I'm not sure how long we laid there pleasuring each other. Time didn't exist.

I felt his cock starting to throb and pulsate. His ass tightened up. He started to grunt a little. I wanted to watch him cum so I pulled him out of my mouth just as he was releasing. He spurted several big ropes of cum, much of which got me on the neck and chest.

The feeling of his hot, wet, stickiness and the sounds of his moans sent me over the edge. I started cumming before he was even done. My load spattered his chest and face.

Without a word I got up and grabbed the shirt I had worn that day to clean us up. I had an extra shirt anyways.

I let him clean up first. Ass he handed me the shirt he said, "see... I told you it was okay".

We barely spoke the rest of the evening before we dozed off looking at each other in the campfire light.