Natty Soltesz
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Unspoken
🕑 Added 2024-06-19 13:20:52 +0000 UTCJamie picked me up on Friday. I said goodbye to my girlfriend; she wasn’t happy about me going on this camping trip. She didn’t like Jamie. Maybe she sensed there’d always been more to our friendship.
“Sup, chief,” Jamie said as I approached the car and we slapped hands. He looked like he’d been working out a lot. Married life was treating him well, I guess.
It was a two-hour drive out to the state park and I don’t think either of us shut up the entire ride. That was always how it was with Jamie - we just clicked, and had ever since we met in college.
It wasn’t until our senior year that he’d started jacking me off, then blowing me. As much as we talked to each other, we never talked about that. But we did it a lot that year, then intermittently in the years since. Nobody had ever sucked my cock like Jamie; I don’t know if it was the illicit thrill of it, or if he just had great technique.
I never considered myself bi. Jamie was the only guy I’d ever done stuff with. It probably helped that he was a good-looking guy, muscular, smooth and tan, with a movie-star face. Like I was honestly out of his league.
That said, I didn’t have any expectations for this trip. It had been over a year since we’d last fooled around, at a mutual friend’s wedding. Since then he’d gotten married and I was in a pretty solid relationship.
We got to the gravel lot and hiked our stuff out to the campsite. It was beautiful - right next to a creek, and it was off-season so we were the only ones there.
Jamie had brought most of the camping supplies and I didn’t think much about us sharing a tent and an air mattress. We got it all set up and went for a swim. I was shocked at how built Jamie had gotten, and he was all groomed and sleek, even his armpit hair was shaved to the nub.
“God, it’s good to get away,” he said once we’d started a fire and cracked open our third beer. We made dinner over the fire, had a few more beers and called it a night, crashing in our separate sleeping bags.
When I woke up it was raining. I ducked outside to piss and when I came back in the tent, Jamie had opened his sleeping bag and was lying on his stomach. I’d worn briefs to bed but Jamie had apparently taken his off sometime during the night and his ass was mostly exposed. It looked good - as tan as the rest of him, and pert as a peach.
But I didn’t dwell on it. The rain on the tent was so relaxing that I drifted off again. When I woke it was raining even harder and Jamie had flipped onto his back. I was a bit shocked to see his hard cock pulsing against his abs.
I felt my cock lengthen and then throb. Jamie was snoring but his cock never went down. I couldn’t resist giving mine a few strokes. The memory of this one night after homecoming when he’d sucked me off for like four hours on and off still loomed large in my memory. He’d sucked three loads out of me that night; it was still one of the hottest sexual experiences I’d ever had.
When Jamie groaned and stretched I made like I was asleep, my cock hard and exposed. I could feel him looking at it.
“Nate,” he said in this quiet voice.
“Yeah,” I said, after a moment. I opened my eyes slightly. He’d turned toward me.
I guess the invitation was clear enough. His eyes went from mine, to my cock, and then he reached for it. I let out a ragged sigh as he began to stroke it. It felt so good. I closed my eyes. Then I felt his warm mouth sliding down it.
In that moment, hungover and horny with the rain hitting the tent, I was sure I’d never felt anything better. Within a few moments I was close to cumming. But Jamie could sense it. Whenever I’d get close he’d pause, massaging my balls and tickling my taint, lapping at my dong like a cat laps at his bed. Then he’d inevitably take me all the way down his throat again, letting me feel the silky entirety of him before sucking tight again, up and down with his tongue slathering the underside, right until I was at the edge again.
Eventually he went for my cum, sucking me tight and deep until I was moaning loud. He held me deep in his throat and I unloaded there, a gallon-blast of cum. He swallowed every drop. It felt like my soul being extracted from my body.
I stretched out as Jamie got himself off. I held his smooth balls for him as he came, figuring it was the least I could do. He seemed to like that.
The rain had slowed. I got a fire going. When he came out of the tent we started talking and joking like it had never happened, which was par for the course with us. I got some coffee brewing and Jamie went off to clean up in the creek. By the time he got back the rain was coming down hard again and I was back in the tent.
To tell the truth, I was ready for more head. My girlfriend almost never blew me; I’d forgotten how fun it was just lie back and get pleasured. Plus the rain - which neither of us had anticipated - was so intense. What else was there to do?
I was lying there reading my book and I guess he was thinking the same thing because after a moment he put his hand on my crotch, just like that, and my dick shot right up. I put my book down and let him go back to work.
At some point we got naked. The thunder was booming now and the sky had went dark. I was up on my knees and Jamie was on all fours, sucking me.
Again I was admiring his ass, and I could see his hole in this position which was just as hairless as the rest of him. I found myself reaching for it, grabbing his cheeks first, then pressing a finger to his hole which made him groan around my cock.
We’d never taken it that far before. I got this urge to lick his asshole and thought, Well, it’s now or never. So I maneuvered around him. As soon as I got my tongue in him his back arched and he started moaning and pressing against my tongue. My cock was so hard. I reared up and slapped my cock against his ass.
It all happened so fast. Back in the day I’d been so freaked out about the prospect of anal sex, we’d never even come close to it. But I suppose I’d relaxed some over the years. I lined my cock head up with his hole and he pushed back on it, trying to get it in dry. I got some spit on it, and when I pushed against him again the head popped inside.
We paused there. I didn’t know if I should get a condom, or lube. But after a moment of catching his breath he pushed back again, and my head swam as inch after inch of my thick rod disappeared into him, until I was fully buried.
He was moaning like it felt so good for him, and I could relate. He was tightening his hole around my cock; it honestly felt better than pussy. Probably the fact that we were doing it raw had a lot to do with it - my girlfriend couldn’t take the pill so I always had to wrap up.
I started thrusting into him - slow, but it seemed like the more I did it the more he moaned. I couldn’t believe it. He was bent over, all tan muscle, arched and spread just for me. I reached down to feel that he was as hard as I was.
Now that we were committed to it I wanted to enjoy the fuck and make it last. I was going slow, grabbing his firm butt and watching my thick shaft as it disappeared into his hole again and again. We switched positions and I fucked him on his back for a while. He mostly kept his eyes closed. I’d been stroking him as I plowed but he knocked my hand away. But then I was ramping up and getting close and I took hold of him again and jacked as I fucked hard.
He sure looked into my eyes then, nearly screaming as he came, cum that shot over his head then landed in ropes on his sculpted torso. I rubbed it into his skin as I fucked deep, holding it as I blasted and shoot every drop inside of him.
We cleaned ourselves up, silently. Like if we talked about it it would break some spell.
The rain had reduced to a drizzle. I managed to get the fire going again and we had some lunch. Then we went on a hike.
It wound up being incredible - we reached this peak with an insane view of the valley, and we were the only ones around. Up until then we’d just been hanging out like normal. But there was this moment where we got real quiet looking at the view and this electricity was crackling between us. I was getting hard for no reason and he could sense it. Without a word he grabbed my crotch and then got down on his knees in the moss, pulling me out and sucking it right there.
This was as wild as we’d ever been, doing it in public. I wound up fucking him again, against a tree, using my load from last time as lube. If anything this fuck felt even better, and again we came at the same time, me inside him again and him all over the forest floor. Then we silently pulled up our shorts and went on our way.
I guess it was on the hike back that I realized the rest of our trip was going to be a pretense for me getting my dick inside of him at every opportunity. Cause once we got back to the campsite we fucked a third time, this time against the picnic table.
I’m not exaggerating when I say I lost track of how many times I came in him. We fucked in the tent for a good two hours, as dusk fell. Mostly I plowed him from behind. He rode me for a while and came twice like that. I would cum and like ten minutes later my dick would be hard and either he or I would be sticking it inside of him again.
We paused to stoke our fire and cook dinner. When he served it to me it was this weird moment where it felt like we could be a couple. But what was amazing was how we found ways to avoid talking about it. If we weren’t fucking we were joking and laughing about other stuff, but never reflecting on the fact that his ass was probably spilling over with my jizz.
My dick barely left his ass all night. We fucked, slept, fucked some more. By the time the sun came up his ass was drooling cum and I was pretty covered in his. We toweled off and started packing up.
The car ride home was chill, we were fucked out. When we got to my house he helped me unload my stuff onto the porch. My girlfriend never came out.
It was time to say goodbye and we looked at each other, shuffling on our feet. I wanted to say something like, “I can’t believe how much cum I shot inside of you. I didn’t even know I could cum that many times in a forty-eight hour period.” Or, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Because it was.
But instead we slapped hands and hugged and talked about our friend’s barbecue in a few weeks, where we’d see each other next. He would be with his wife and I would be with my girlfriend. And then we said goodbye.
I texted him, though, later that evening, just to say: “We need to do that again soon.” And he texted back to say - “Definitely.” Then - “I needed that.”
My cock was hard again and I thought, Damn, we’re like officially fuck buddies now. The thought made me smile as I sat on my back porch, sipping a beer and listening to all the horny summer insects and animals, nature doing its thing which, if you think about it, is really all sex all the time.
