Ben & Jacob go camping
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Ben tapped in the last tent stake and tested the rope to be tight. He hated camping. But this was the annual outing with his friend, Jacob.
Ben stood around 6 feet tall, an average build, jet black hair. He tended bar in town, an affable chap. The girls loved to come in the bar, and flirt. But Ben didn't take the girls home. "Never compromise the customers," was his father's motto. When he wasn't tending bar, he was usually a few towns over trying to find non-customers to compromise.
In his early twenties, he got "cute", "boyish", and "charming" a lot.
He wiped some sweat from his face and wondered where the hell Jacob was.
The burly lumberjack had gone off in search of wood for the evening's campfire, a few hours away.
The pair had met several years ago when Ben was in high school, and enthralled by anything that wasn't his dad's business. The lumberjack had moved into the area, and was searching for a bar. Jacob and Ben's dad had become fast friends, and was often a guest at the house. Jacob spent his winter's in town, and the rest of the year out in the woods, harvesting trees.
Jacob was tall, more than 6-foot 6-inches tall, well-muscled, hairy, handsome. He'd first taken Ben camping for his 14th birthday, and it became an annual outing. Ben hadn't really grown into liking camping, but Jacob was a great friend, only a few years older than Ben.
Ben shred his shirt. Setting up the campsite was work, and he'd cool off faster with his shirt off. The pair often talked of girlfriends, school, the world, the woods, and anything else.
Ben heard a twig snap, and turned to see Jacob sauntering from the woods, logs curled up on one arm and his trusty axe in the other.
"Why is it so hot?!?!" he bellowed, his deep voice echoing through the forest. "It shouldn't be this hot this close to winter. I'm way over dressed."
The logs thudded on the dirt. Ben started pulling out the smaller ones to start the fire. He'd assembled some twigs earlier. The smaller logs went on and he tried to start the fire.
Jacob unbuttoned his checked, flannel shirt, damp with sweat, his hair plastered to his skin, head to toe.
"I don't know about you, but the creek's a callin'." He winked at Ben and headed off to the creek, shedding his clothes along the way.
Jacob was at home in the great outdoors. He only dressed when necessary, and Ben was used to him naked. Jacob was right, it was unusually hot for this time of year. He was a bit jealous of Jacob. The lumberjack was well-endowed, easily more than 9 inches, not that Ben had ever measured, and Jacob certainly hadn't discussed it.
Ben wasn't ashamed of his, a good 7 inches, plump, but short when he wasn't horny.
He followed the trail to the creek, finding the water's still and undisturbed.
A flash of light, sound and water broke the surface, the burly lumberjack raising his torso from under water.
"Damn! That feels great!" he howled. "Come on in, buddy. This is better than a swimming pool."
Ben noticed Jacob must be standing in the deeper part of the creek, the water just above his waist, almost to his belly button. The creek was shallow in spots, and deep in others. Ben knew if Jacob took a few steps back, he'd sink completely below the surface, into the dark pit.
"How's Melinda?" Jacob asked.
"Last month's girlfriend," Ben sighed. "You?"
"I just got here. I'm sure I'll find some girl to have for the winter. Wish I could find one that's interested in waiting for me for the time I'm in the woods," Jacob said, splashing some water on himself, and starting to rub himself down, bathing.
"Try my girlfriends. Jesus, I've never seen anything want a wedding ring so fast," Ben said, mimicking Jacob. "Melinda asked to meet my parents after only 2 weeks, and the one before that wanted to move in after 2 dates."
"Shit!"
"Yeah, what ever happened to the 2-year courtship?" Ben asked.
"That went the way of the 1900s," Jacob joked, nudging Ben in the side. "You bring the soap?"
"It's still on the side," Ben said, and started for it.
"Nice ass," Jacob joked.
"That's what you mom said last night," Ben joked back, tossing the soap to Jacob.
The lumberjack started lathering up.
"We'd better hurry. The sun's going down," he said.
"Like your momma," Ben laughed.
"Hey! Enough with the mother jokes, man," Jacob whined. "You know you can't afford my momma."
"Here, let me get your back, buddy," Ben said, grabbing the soap. "Damn! You need to shave this back. It's gross, dude."
"It's warm, very practical. You should grow some."
Ben wasn't sure how long Jacob had been moaning, or how long his hands had been on Jacob's hair buns. He removed then and hands the bar to Jacob.
"Let me," Jacob said, turning Ben around, massaging his shoulders, then working down. He was glad Ben hadn't seen his stiffing cock.
Ben was a little shocked. He'd never touched a man's ass before. Sure, he's washed Jacob's back many times, and he guessed he'd washed the butt, but not like that, massaging them, making Jacob groan. "Shit, he liked me touching his ass!" Ben thought in alarm.
Lost in his thoughts, Ben barely heard Jacob say, "Let me return the favor."
Ben felt the strong hands massaging his butt globes, so nice, like any massage he'd gotten from a masseur; but Jacob wasn't a masseur.
"Just relax," Jacob purred in Ben's right ear. He reached around and started massaging up Ben's sides, then started tickling his armpits, causing Ben to laugh and double over.
For a split second, Jacob saw the pink pucker, lightly circled by fine, black hairs. The image seared into his mind. Ben turned and sprayed water with his hands over Jacob.
The pair laughed and rinsed, feeling a chill in the air. Both thought about what had happened, but ignored it as they plod back to the campsite and the new fire. They warmed themselves in the cooling night air.
"I got a wiener," Ben said. "Want some?"
Jacob looked over and saw Ben's penis laying in a hot dog bun.
"With mayo?" Jacob asked.
"Your gross. Here's your hot dog," Ben said, turning and tossing a brat at Jacob. "What are these?"
"I'm tired of hot dogs, so I packed brats. Where are the sticks?"
Soon the pair was roasting brats over the fire, joking and laughing, finishing off the night by tending to the campsite, putting some more logs on the fire, and climbing into the tent.
Ben and Jacob always slept in the same tent, always naked. They each bought sleeping bags, and Jacob had his grandmother's quilt. While the nights would be cool, they seldom got really cold, and the tent kept in much of their body heat. They'd rarely end up with the bags over them.
But tonight would be different. By the time they'd crawled in the tent, they knew it was going to be a cold night. They moved the fire as close to the tent as they dared, which wouldn't keep them warm, but would make things easier in the morning when they hoped to restart it with the embers.
Neither thought anything as they zipped the 2 sleeping bags together and pulled the quilt over them.
"Did you check the forecast?" Jacob asked.
"No. You?"
"One of these trips, one of us is going to have to be responsible for that."
The pair heard the wind pick up and watched shadows dance across the fabric of tent as the fire flickered.
"It's getting colder, buddy. Here, press up against me," Jacob suggested, as the wind picked up and something started falling on the tent.
"Is that snow?" Ben asked, feeling Jacob's muscles and hair against his back.
"I'm afraid it is," Jacob said solemnly. "We might be in for a bad night, Ben."
The pair felt each other's heat, and lay still until they'd both started to slumber.
Ben woke rested. He was warm, although he felt coolness on his face. A hairy arm draped over his left side, Jacob's paw of a hand on Ben's right pec. He felt Jacob's gently heaving, hairy chest against his smooth back, and what he guessed was some drool on the back on his neck.
Jacob's tree-trunk legs had intertwined with Ben's legs, keeping them both warm.
Then Ben noticed his aching cock, straining hard from his hips, wanting, pulsing. He felt a warmth against his ass and realized Jacob's cock was like his own, stiff, but Jacob's was pressing between Ben's ass cheeks.
Ben wasn't freaked by the feeling, but he was uneasy by the intimacy of their closeness. They'd been this close before, snuggling up against a cold night, but never this.
Ben lay there, thinking. Wasn't this wrong? He wanted to get out of the tent, but moving would wake Jacob, and surely he'd be embarrassed by the situation, a big, burly lumberjack with his cock in another man's ass crack.
Jacob stirred, his left hand sliding down Ben's smooth body, coming to rest on his stomach, where a wispy trail of black hairs lead lower. Ben felt Jacob's other hand for the first time, the arm under Ben's right armpit. That hand moved up across Ben's chest, resting on the left pec, and the pair of hands pulled Ben closer.
Ben felt comfortable and uneasy at the same time. This wasn't right. But it felt fine.
Ben's cock wouldn't subside. The heat pulsing between his ass cheeks felt so warm, awakening sensations in Ben he didn't know he had. He thought of Jacob. He'd feel so bad doing this to Ben, but Ben was feeling so good.
Jacob's hands moved against, rubbing in small circles. Then Ben felt the tongue on the nap of his neck, and the stiff horse-cock between his ass cheeks reached an area on Ben that hadn't been touched.
"Oh, Carl," Jacob moaned.
"That's not a girl's name!" Ben thought. "Jacob's gay? No, he's just having an odd dream."
Suddenly Jacob stopped.
No movement.
Ben tried to lay still.
"Um, are you awake?" Jacob's question was very tentative.
Ben didn't answer.
"I know you're awake, Ben," Jacob said. More quiet.
"Say something, buddy."
"My dick is hard, too?"
Jacob started a low laugh, trying not to, but not being able to stop it.
His body shook behind Ben, the vibrations nudging Ben's untouched spot.
Jacob was now laughing aloud, uncontrolled.
"What the hell is so funny?" Ben was mad, and tried to pry himself from Jacob, but the burly ax man held him firm.
"Sorry, buddy. I just never imagined that as an answer. It struck me as funny."
"So does your dick," Ben said flatly. Then he felt a meaty paw on his cock, slowly grasping it, then stroking it.
"It is hard," Jacob purred in Ben's ear, then lightly licked it.
Ben moaned. It did feel good. A firm hand on his cock, a tongue on his ear, a dick pressing against his pucker. His ass was starting to feel moist.
Jacob stopped again.
"Are you okay with this?"
"Yeah. If not, I'll let you know," Ben sighed, pressing against Jacob.
Jacob nibbled on Ben's neck, slowly stroking his cock against Ben's pucker. He sped up his jacking of Ben's hard cock.
"Oh, God. This feels so good," Ben wept, as the burly lumberjack pumped his rump.
Precum oozed from Jacob's jack-staff, lubing Ben's bunghole. Jacob could see the hair-ringed hole in his mind, rubbing against the tip of his dick. He held Ben firmly as he started the penetration of his friend.
"Ugh. What are you doing?" Ben gasped.
"You'll be fine, baby."
Jacob jacked Ben's dick harder, and bit into Ben's neck.
"FUCK!"
The horse cock slid into the warm hole, stretching it, popping its cherry, Ben's virginity gone, taken by his buddy Jacob.
"OH MY GOD!" Ben screamed. "OH GOD!"
"Just relax, buddy," Jacob said, jacking Ben's cock.
"I'm cumming!!!"
Ben's jizz coating the tent's inside, white rain coating the tent, dripping back down on the cozied couple, Ben's body convulsing in pleasure. Jacob had pulled Ben on his back against the hairy chest, Jacob's back flat against the ground. Ben was now looking at the tent ceiling, watching his sperm ooze from above, back onto his body.
His orgasm had thrust his smooth ass up and down on Jacob's pecker, stroking it.
Jacob came up Ben's shitter, silently, his cum oozing out the virgin hole, clinging to Jacob's hairy cock-base and balls.
The pair collapses, basking his their heat, their release, their coupling.
The end
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