When I woke up the next morning Jordan was still asleep. I lay there for a few moments looking at him, so peaceful. The sun was only just rising but I knew that I wouldn’t get any more sleep. I climbed out of the tent and slipped on my shoes. I started up the fire again, getting it ready for breakfast. Gathering the dirty dishes from last night’s dinner I walked down to the stream to wash them. I was so busy reminiscing about last night that I did not notice Michael. Michael was standing naked in the stream; the water was up to his knees. He had his back to me and as he bent over to scoop some water onto his body I got a perfect view of his asshole. I was just about to turn away when he turned around.

“Hey” He said, “good morning”

“Morning” I replied. Neither of us were embarrassed but I thought he might prefer the privacy.

“Care to join me?” He said in a joking pompous tone. Evidently he did not want his privacy. I did need to wash, especially after last night, plus it would be easier to get the dishes clean if I was in the water. I slipped off my shoes and the rest of my clothes. A walked across to the edge of the water. Stepping into the cool crisp water I could feel it lapping at my legs. I walked out to where he was, I had left the dishes on the edge. I sat down in the water, allowing it to rise and sit around my shoulders. Michael stood beside me, his naked body very close to my face. From here I could see his large balls and small, but thick, cock. He sat down next to me in the water.

“God the water’s cold” He said, “It’s making my balls shrink” He put hand into the water and began to massage his balls to get them warm.

I laughed and said, “mine are all shrivelled up too”

“Here” he said and with his other hand he reached over and began to massage my cold balls. It felt so good but I could feel my cock beginning to swell.

“Give it a break. You’re giving me a bloody hard-on” I said pushing his arm slightly.

“So. I’ve got one,” He said moving his arm so I could see his fully swollen cock. Although slightly shorter than average it had plenty of girth. He took his hand from my balls and began rubbing his shaft. I began to rub my shaft, gently rubbing the glands. We sat like this for a few minutes before Michael began to moan loudly. Suddenly he stood up in front of me. His cock and balls were position right in my face and I stared at him as he ran his fingers up his shaft. Gasping slightly his cum erupted from his slit. Spurts of cum landed on my face and neck. He continued to rub his softening shaft and drops of cum landed in the water, floating down stream.

Michael sat back down in the water next to me and reached his and across, he placed it over mine so he could follow the motion of my hand pumping my cock. Moments later I slipped my hand out from underneath his and his hand made contact with my shaft. He didn’t hesitate; gripping tightly he rubbed hard, the water acting as a constant lubricant. Soon I was groaning loudly and cum leaking from my cock. It dispersed in the water, following Michaels cum down stream. He quickly leaned over and kissed me on the lips before getting up and out of the water.

He brought back the dishes which we washed and then brought back up to wear our clothes were. Michael dried the dished with his towel before drying himself and dressing. At this stage his towel was too wet for me to use so I just grabbed my clothes in my hands and followed him back up the path to the tents. As I walked my still slightly swollen cock was swinging happily between my legs.

When we arrived back at the site Jordan was lying on my towel doing sit ups in front of the fire. He was wearing only his boxers and I could see more clearly his rippled body and tanned skin. I sat next to the fire on a collapsible stool, waiting to use my towel. My body was being warmed and dried by the warmth of the fire. With the warmth from the fire my balls began to loosen and hang lower than normal.

Lucas and Mark came out of their tent. Lucas was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed his well defined but narrow chest. On his bottom half he wore a pair of sweat pants but was quite clearly freeballing from the outline of his cock. Mark was wearing a singlet and boxers.

Jordan finally finished with my towel and drying what little of me was left I put on a pair of track pants not bothering with underwear or a t-shirt. By the time breakfast was cooking Eric had crawled out from underneath his tent. He wandered down to the stream and came back up moments later with a towel wrapped around his waste, wearing nothing else.

We sat eating breakfast chatting, enjoying the stress free environment and having a good time. After breakfast we all, reluctantly, put some clothes on. By about 8 in the morning we had packed up our tents, put out the fire and heading off for our next camp site.


More to come at the next camp site!