At some point that night I realize that I could either get in the tent or wake up outside. The last time I camped at this spot I woke up to a bear coming out of the woods to get a drink in the river, so I know I don’t want to be outside. It’s extremely dark and the air smells of rain. I follow the glow lights to my tent and collapses on my sleeping bag. The breeze is nice but it’s still too hot to be covered so I lie down naked on top of my bag. Before I pass out Chris climbs in next to me. I know this is not Chris’ tent because I know he is lying on Matt’s bag and Chris did not ride in with us, but I figure they will just switch out or whatever.
I awake in the middle of the night needing to piss badly. There is serious rain and thunderstorms outside. I get up on my knees to just hang it out the front flap because the rain is sure to wash the piss away. I can’t see much but then there’s a bolt of lightning and I can see the tent is overcrowded. I vaguely remember feeling like I was being pushed in a corner as I slept. It turns out that one of the two man tents did not have a rain flap or it was forgotten. Those guys came looking for cover when the storm hit. I slept through it. Matt explained to me after the trip that he had switched tents with Chris until the storm started, but once the rain started dripping in the tent; he wanted a dry spot to sleep. That put Chris and Matt in the same sleeping bag, or at least on top of the same one.
I turn to lie back down. My eyes have adjusted enough that I can see that Chris is laid out on his back like he stretching his torso and Matt is tucked in on his left side, and he is sucking on one of his left nipples. Looking down its clear Chris’ body is enjoying the attention; his hard pecker is flat against his stomach. I think to myself that I might be seeing things. I shake my head at Matt, but he’s not paying me any attention. I reach out and tap Matt and shake my head but he just looks up and smiles. I have no way of knowing if Chris is asleep. He is moaning lightly, so at first I think maybe he’s awake and enjoying the attention. It doesn’t fit what I’ve learned of him tonight, but I cannot tell for sure.
I am so tired. In retrospect I should have stopped Matt, but I was still quite stoned and somehow it didn’t register the boundaries he was crossing. All I could think about was going back to sleep. I was in a fog and yes I know that’s really no excuse. At the time it seemed like a dream. Even the next day it seemed like a dream, but I know it was real. I know it was real because I didn’t go back to sleep. I lay down in my sliver of the tent which put me next to Chris on his other side.
Once there I realized that Chris’ arm was under my pillow and now I was spooning his other side whether I liked it or not. Even at the risk of waking Chris I picked up his arm and put it by his side. He might wake up and kill Matt at the time I didn’t care. I am tired and it’s comfortable. There really was no other way this big man was going to be added to our tent but to squeeze him in tight. Looking back I know that he wouldn’t have done this completely naked with other men if it weren’t for my encouragement, the beer and the weed, but still he says repeatedly that he wants to be included in the next trip.
I snuggle back in and am ready to pass out in sleep. And of course now that I am so close to Chris’ face, I know he’s asleep. Dreaming happy dreams but definitely asleep. I decide that I have to push Matt away from his messing with Chris’ nipple and God only knows what else. I start to extricate myself from the narrow channel I’m in to try and slap Matt on the back of the head to make him stop without waking Chris. As I rise up, Chris exhibits all the signs that it’s too late. He grunts and I can see his pelvis rise quickly a few times. He came. I guess once I put his arm and hand in the right vicinity the male nature did the rest.
Chris oddly rolls over on his side facing me and I just slide back down beside him. At the time all I can think is that it’s good he didn’t wake up. I know it’s kind of gross to think he has just cum, and is now lying next to me, but as I suppose I may have overstated, I just want to go back to sleep.
The next day is a beautiful trip down the river. The sky is clear and not so insanely hot. I pull Matt aside and tell him that I am upset and if I tell Chris he’s dead. He begs me to let it go. He was drunk and knows it was wrong. But he was just teasing him for sport. He swears it won’t happen again. Since the skies had cleared and Chris went back to his own tent that night there’s wasn’t any chance of it happening again on this trip.
Since the river trip Chris and I have spent a lot of time together including a couple of trips overnight to the casinos. Once you get him out of his shell he has no modesty at all. He has told me that he likes not having to feel uptight about being naked. He is all in for us making more camping trips, etc. I was shocked by him the other night. We were about to call it a night and he asked if I wanted to watch some television and smoke some. I said sure. So in order to hand it back and forth we are sitting on the edges of our beds just talking shit. Chris changes the channel to a porn movie asking if that’s okay with me.
I am surprised because he knows we will both get hard, and we are already naked. He’s seen me hard, but that’s part of the last eventful morning of the camping trip (I’ll post it later). But I don’t think he knows I have seen him hard. I decide to tell him I am completely cool, but I tell him don’t get weirded out if I have to tug one off. In fact, he said that he needs to do the same. So we share a smoke, a movie and rub one out to call it a night.
I awake in the middle of the night needing to piss badly. There is serious rain and thunderstorms outside. I get up on my knees to just hang it out the front flap because the rain is sure to wash the piss away. I can’t see much but then there’s a bolt of lightning and I can see the tent is overcrowded. I vaguely remember feeling like I was being pushed in a corner as I slept. It turns out that one of the two man tents did not have a rain flap or it was forgotten. Those guys came looking for cover when the storm hit. I slept through it. Matt explained to me after the trip that he had switched tents with Chris until the storm started, but once the rain started dripping in the tent; he wanted a dry spot to sleep. That put Chris and Matt in the same sleeping bag, or at least on top of the same one.
I turn to lie back down. My eyes have adjusted enough that I can see that Chris is laid out on his back like he stretching his torso and Matt is tucked in on his left side, and he is sucking on one of his left nipples. Looking down its clear Chris’ body is enjoying the attention; his hard pecker is flat against his stomach. I think to myself that I might be seeing things. I shake my head at Matt, but he’s not paying me any attention. I reach out and tap Matt and shake my head but he just looks up and smiles. I have no way of knowing if Chris is asleep. He is moaning lightly, so at first I think maybe he’s awake and enjoying the attention. It doesn’t fit what I’ve learned of him tonight, but I cannot tell for sure.
I am so tired. In retrospect I should have stopped Matt, but I was still quite stoned and somehow it didn’t register the boundaries he was crossing. All I could think about was going back to sleep. I was in a fog and yes I know that’s really no excuse. At the time it seemed like a dream. Even the next day it seemed like a dream, but I know it was real. I know it was real because I didn’t go back to sleep. I lay down in my sliver of the tent which put me next to Chris on his other side.
Once there I realized that Chris’ arm was under my pillow and now I was spooning his other side whether I liked it or not. Even at the risk of waking Chris I picked up his arm and put it by his side. He might wake up and kill Matt at the time I didn’t care. I am tired and it’s comfortable. There really was no other way this big man was going to be added to our tent but to squeeze him in tight. Looking back I know that he wouldn’t have done this completely naked with other men if it weren’t for my encouragement, the beer and the weed, but still he says repeatedly that he wants to be included in the next trip.
I snuggle back in and am ready to pass out in sleep. And of course now that I am so close to Chris’ face, I know he’s asleep. Dreaming happy dreams but definitely asleep. I decide that I have to push Matt away from his messing with Chris’ nipple and God only knows what else. I start to extricate myself from the narrow channel I’m in to try and slap Matt on the back of the head to make him stop without waking Chris. As I rise up, Chris exhibits all the signs that it’s too late. He grunts and I can see his pelvis rise quickly a few times. He came. I guess once I put his arm and hand in the right vicinity the male nature did the rest.
Chris oddly rolls over on his side facing me and I just slide back down beside him. At the time all I can think is that it’s good he didn’t wake up. I know it’s kind of gross to think he has just cum, and is now lying next to me, but as I suppose I may have overstated, I just want to go back to sleep.
The next day is a beautiful trip down the river. The sky is clear and not so insanely hot. I pull Matt aside and tell him that I am upset and if I tell Chris he’s dead. He begs me to let it go. He was drunk and knows it was wrong. But he was just teasing him for sport. He swears it won’t happen again. Since the skies had cleared and Chris went back to his own tent that night there’s wasn’t any chance of it happening again on this trip.
Since the river trip Chris and I have spent a lot of time together including a couple of trips overnight to the casinos. Once you get him out of his shell he has no modesty at all. He has told me that he likes not having to feel uptight about being naked. He is all in for us making more camping trips, etc. I was shocked by him the other night. We were about to call it a night and he asked if I wanted to watch some television and smoke some. I said sure. So in order to hand it back and forth we are sitting on the edges of our beds just talking shit. Chris changes the channel to a porn movie asking if that’s okay with me.
I am surprised because he knows we will both get hard, and we are already naked. He’s seen me hard, but that’s part of the last eventful morning of the camping trip (I’ll post it later). But I don’t think he knows I have seen him hard. I decide to tell him I am completely cool, but I tell him don’t get weirded out if I have to tug one off. In fact, he said that he needs to do the same. So we share a smoke, a movie and rub one out to call it a night.