Finally another story that isn't sappy! Hope you guys like it, its a three parter, this is just the first. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Every year, the guys at my new frat house go on a camping trip over May long weekend. As this was my first year in the fraternity, I hadn’t experienced the famed “three days of fury” at Wasa Lake, and was looking forward to it. Unfortunately, many of the guys were graduating this year, and would spend the weekend preparing for some upcoming finals. Even more still had caught a flu that was going around, and weren’t up for seventy-two hours of drinking and sex talk. This left myself and Joel Frinsee, a second year management student who played for the Rams, our college football team. I played on the water polo team, so our athleticism was pretty much the only thing that bonded Joel and I. He was heavy into partying, sports, and girls…getting laid at least twice a week, always with a different girl. Short curly brown hair and dark oak eyes, and built like a mastodon, it was no surprise that girls flocked to him. He was a management major (no surprise), and I was in law…you can imagine that this is only the start of how we differ in personality. One thing that Joel was sure of was that he was going to have his camping trip this year, after how impressed he was with last years. It was what he talked about at least fifty percent of the year, so even I was eager to make some new memories that he could dwell on. He told me to invite a friend so it wasn’t the two of us, and he’d do the same.
I sat in the common room at the front of the frat house, as Seth Masterson strolled in…my pick for the weekend. I met him in law, and although he was two years my senior at twenty-one, he had taken me under his wing at the first meet and greet that we’d had in the fall, and we bonded like brothers ever since. Short blonde hair and blue eyes, he played on the football team with Joel, and had a long term girlfriend named Sasha who everyone tried so hard to like, but couldn’t help but hate. He was a man’s man though, and I think that is what drew me to him. My father was pretty absent in my life, and although we were much too similar, and much too close in age for him to be a father figure, I definitely saw him as a mentor. He strolled into the room wearing black basketball shorts, a grey polo, and hiking boots.
- What’s up Mark? He asked, dropping his backpack and sitting down on the couch next to me.
- Ah not too much, we’re just waiting for Grant. He’s our last man.
- Grant DeMarco?
- Not a clue…he’s Joel’s buddy.
- No shit…it is you! Fuckin’ hell…
Seth got up from the couch and slapped hands with the man who just entered, pulling him close and patting him on the back. The guy had thin frame glasses that outlined gentle green eyes. His face had a thin covering of stubble, and his hair was thick and brown, done well. He wore a dress shirt and khaki shorts…nothing that looked too comfortable for camping. I assumed this was probably a first for him as well.
- What are you doing here man? Long time no see!
- Definitely…I just took a year off since High School, and got into the law faculty here in the fall.
- No shit…nice to see you again!
Seth finally turned to face me again, giving Grant the spot beside me on the couch.
- Mark this is Grant, an old friend from High School.
- Nice to meet you.
- Likewise man.
We shook hands, and resumed spots in the sitting room. Conversation continued between the two, catching up on all the news that they’d missed over the past couple years…it was evident that they’d been really close all through grade school. Joel soon jumped his way down the stairs, and into the living room.
- Ready to go fuckers?
Without a word, we all packed ourselves into Seth’s SUV, and drove off towards Wasa Lake. There had been a heat wave that swept through the city a week ago, and hadn’t let up for the past little while. The car ride was sweltering, and parking the car at the edge of the dense woods that led to the Wasa campground was welcome relief. The car smelt of musk, like a gym. We grabbed all of the essentials; two cases of beer, three two-sixes of vodka, our tents, and our backpacks, and headed onto a trail that led towards the lake. It was about a two hour hike to the campground, but according to Joel was “so worth it”, because the lake was completely secluded, and totally empty this time of year. As we began to walk, we understood why…the heat was almost unbearable. Joel led the pack, followed by Grant and Seth, then myself. Suddenly, Grant stopped dead in his tracks.
- Fuck, what a day to wear this shirt. Give me a second.
He began to unbutton his dress shirt from the top, his forehead dripping with sweat, armpits and chest visibly dampened from the heat.
- Awesome idea, replied Seth.
Seth peeled off his own t-shirt, throwing it into his bag. Seth’s days of football definitely showed, his pecs were well defined, and his abs were picture perfect, covered with a fine layer of sun-bleached hair. The waistband of his white boxers showed from the top of his shorts. I glanced over to Grant who had gotten his shirt off, and was now just in a black wife-beater undershirt that he soon peeled off as well, revealing a somewhat whiter, but slightly more defined torso than Seth.
- Damn Grant, do you work out now? Seth asked.
- Yeah I hit the gym now and then.
Joel grinned, and took off his own shirt, knowing full well that the others were no competition for his ripped body. He flexed his abs as he bent down to put his shirt in his bag. Not wanting to be the only one with a shirt on, I took my own off and put it into my bag, very aware of the eyes on me, comparing me to the others. I saw from Grant’s approving glance that I didn’t fall short.
- I’ve got another idea, Joel said reaching into his bag.
He pulled out a six pack of beer, and threw one to each of us. We all cracked them open, and finished them at once, then continued on our walk. The booze began to hit me on an empty stomach in about five minutes, as I staggered a little along the path.
As we continued on the path for another thirty minutes or so, I began to hear rushing to our left through the trees, as we walked alongside a river that fed Wasa Lake. The tree’s eventually thinned out and the rushing water gained volume. We came to a clearing in the tree’s along the path that revealed a small waterfall. The water was deep grey, and almost looked black at the base of the falls where the river ran deepest.
- Do you guys want to stop for a dip to cool off? Seth asked.
- Absolutely, I replied with vigor.
We made our way to the enormous boulder that lined the falls at the very top, and dropped our bags. Joel stayed behind to take a piss in the bushes. All shirtless, I expected that we’d jump right in, as I pondered who would be the first to do so. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Seth shed his shorts, now wearing only his white boxers that I’d seen previous. He scratched along the side of his balls, and tugged slightly at them, away from the fabric. His leg shook out, as Joel approached him from behind and pulled down his underwear a couple inches, exposing a bridge of dense brown hair that lined his dick. Seth pulled up his boxers quickly.
- Get in the water you fucker.
- Gladly! Joel answered, removing his own shorts to reveal blue plaid boxers.
He jumped off of the boulder and into the water, popping up with a yelp to let us know how cold it was. Seth laughed,
- Ha ha! Nice undies man…I can see nothing has changed since High School.
- Fuck off, Grant replied.
I looked over to my left where Grant had been standing, to see him nearly stark nude, wearing a pair of tight white briefs that were a couple sizes too small for him. It was evident that Grant was well endowed, by the defined bulge that stuck out from his hip line. He stepped out of his shorts, and was the second to jump in.
- Coming? Seth asked.
I was instantly terrified, as I realized that the underwear I decided to wear today was a pair of black boxer briefs. Would he say something like he’d said to Grant? I felt like I was in the High School locker room again, petrified as to what the other guys would think of me. Seth stared me down as I undid the top button of my shorts and let them fall. He grinned, and took off, jumping into the cold water below. I followed suit, and soon we were all splashing around in the water, trying to dunk each other.
When we got out of the water, we sprawled out on the rocks to dry up a bit, and slipped on our shorts. I couldn’t help but notice how the water had made Seth’s shorts almost see through, and it was easy to see his thick bush of pubic hair that lined his member underneath. We threw on our shorts after awhile, except for Joel, who decided to just pack them up so they wouldn’t get wet. He led the pack again, now only wearing his sopping wet boxers that revealed a bit of his ass crack, which went unnoticed as a result of his second beer shot-gunned at the river, as we continued down the trail towards our campsite.
The sun beat down on us, as we trudged our way finally into a small clearing in the trees, where there was a patch of worn down grass, and a circle of rocks for a campfire. We set down our packs, and automatically went to work. I felt an unexpected surge of masculinity hit me, as it did to the others, as we went to work setting up camp, showing each other up with “how much we knew about camping and the outdoors”. Seth and Joel went to work on setting up two tents outside of the fire, Joel still just in his now dry blue boxers. His broad shoulders glistened in the hot sun as they worked, and his eyes strained as beads of sweat dripped off of his forehead. I went to work grabbing some logs from the woods that surrounded us, and bringing them to Grant who would chop them up on an enormous stump that previous campers had left behind. Eventually we got a fire going, and pulled up a couple logs to sit on around the fire.
Joel was convinced that when his pack had twisted and toppled him over, something got “fucked up” with his back. His persistent whining about the pain he felt finally led to him convincing Grant to give him a backrub in their tent. Joel grinned at us as he followed Grant in, obviously aware of what a sucker Grant was. Seth and I chuckled and shook our heads as we poked and prodded the fire. The sun was already setting on our campsite, which should bring welcome relief from the torrent of heat that it had brought earlier in the day. Seth opened another beer,
- Man thanks for inviting me on this trip, I think it’s going to be a blast. I can’t believe that Grant is here too.
- Yeah that’s too weird that you guys knew each other already.
- He dated Sasha well before I did in High School, but things got in the way with her friends I think.
- Ah. How are things going with Sasha?
- Really, really well…why?
- …just asking.
- Sorry. I just…know what the general consensus is on Sasha, and it gets tiring to have to hear the same questions again and again, you know?
- Totally, don’t worry about it.
We sat in silence for awhile, staring into the fire, as the sky blackened. The heat hadn’t let up yet, as the ground beneath us now served as the source of radiating warmth.
- How about you? Any girls on the horizon?
- None that I’m looking to get serious with, I suppose.
- Atta boy!
It was true, there weren’t any that I’d considered actually having a relationship, but what I didn’t mention was that there weren’t any girls on the horizon…period. My last relationship was a couple years ago, and ended so badly that I’d sworn off of anything remotely serious ever since. Even going to bars, I found myself just apathetic to wanting to pick up anyone for the night, even when there were girls lined up to be with someone in the fraternity. Luckily, my disinterest for girls at the moment had gone completely unnoticed by the brothers. I was by no means questioning my sexuality, but trying to just let things come my way instead of chasing them down and forging my own fate. I glanced over at Seth who was looking down at the earth between his feet.
- What’s on your mind? I asked.
- Oh, nothing. I just—
Joel tossed a stick into the fire as he came jogging in from the woods, sending a flurry of sparks up into the sky. He was still in his boxers, as he took a seat by the fire, followed by Grant.
- So guys, what do you say. Let’s finish off this case!
Seth laughed to himself as Joel threw him another beer. Grant took a seat beside me, sweat gleaming off of his stomach and chest. Joel chimed in,
- It’s fucking hot, why are you guys still dressed like it’s winter?
- He’s right, Seth replied.
Soon enough, Seth’s own shorts were off, and he was down to his white boxers again, his legs spread wide as he sat, his elbows resting on his knees, his beer held lazily in his hand. Grant nodded along,
- Alright well fuck you guys, laugh all you want.
He slipped off his shorts to reveal the tight briefs that he was sporting earlier. He lifted his leg a little to take the shorts off, then tossed them aside, his hands returning to his balls to pull them slightly away from his body. Joel grinned, his eyes fixated on Grant’s bulge, a million jokes and comments brewing in his head. I was soon down to my underwear as well with the guys, all of us sitting around the fire nearly naked, finishing off the remaining beer for the day.
The heat didn’t let up through the night, our bodies glistening in the glow of the fire, boxers clinging to our skin, riding up our thighs, our dicks hanging down low in the sweltering temperature. Talked turned to sex, as Joel started to list the best blowjobs he’d gotten on campus, and from which girls, giving us advice on who to go to when we needed a fix. He left no details out, describing everything from the way they looked up at you as they sucked you off, to how much they could swallow, to if they licked balls or not, to how long it took them to finish; anything and everything.
Fully entertained and ready to hit the sack pretty soon, we began to wrap things up. Joel stood up to grab the last beer, and I couldn’t help but glance over to the slight tent in his boxers that he attempted to hide by leaning over a bit as he reached towards the cooler. I quickly looked away for fear of being caught, but couldn’t help but think what his dick looked like…if his attitude had anything to back it up. My mind wandered into the point of view that countless numbers of drunken co-eds had after he’d convinced them to give him head. I quickly headed towards my tent to avoid any embarrassment of my own. The fire crackled as Grant and Seth pissed on the remaining coals. Seth eventually joined me in my tent, and we fell asleep quickly on top of our sleeping bags. The camp was already becoming home to us, and we were growing close and comfortable like brothers with every minute. Hours would pass through the night, and the next day would bring us even closer.
Chapter 1
Every year, the guys at my new frat house go on a camping trip over May long weekend. As this was my first year in the fraternity, I hadn’t experienced the famed “three days of fury” at Wasa Lake, and was looking forward to it. Unfortunately, many of the guys were graduating this year, and would spend the weekend preparing for some upcoming finals. Even more still had caught a flu that was going around, and weren’t up for seventy-two hours of drinking and sex talk. This left myself and Joel Frinsee, a second year management student who played for the Rams, our college football team. I played on the water polo team, so our athleticism was pretty much the only thing that bonded Joel and I. He was heavy into partying, sports, and girls…getting laid at least twice a week, always with a different girl. Short curly brown hair and dark oak eyes, and built like a mastodon, it was no surprise that girls flocked to him. He was a management major (no surprise), and I was in law…you can imagine that this is only the start of how we differ in personality. One thing that Joel was sure of was that he was going to have his camping trip this year, after how impressed he was with last years. It was what he talked about at least fifty percent of the year, so even I was eager to make some new memories that he could dwell on. He told me to invite a friend so it wasn’t the two of us, and he’d do the same.
I sat in the common room at the front of the frat house, as Seth Masterson strolled in…my pick for the weekend. I met him in law, and although he was two years my senior at twenty-one, he had taken me under his wing at the first meet and greet that we’d had in the fall, and we bonded like brothers ever since. Short blonde hair and blue eyes, he played on the football team with Joel, and had a long term girlfriend named Sasha who everyone tried so hard to like, but couldn’t help but hate. He was a man’s man though, and I think that is what drew me to him. My father was pretty absent in my life, and although we were much too similar, and much too close in age for him to be a father figure, I definitely saw him as a mentor. He strolled into the room wearing black basketball shorts, a grey polo, and hiking boots.
- What’s up Mark? He asked, dropping his backpack and sitting down on the couch next to me.
- Ah not too much, we’re just waiting for Grant. He’s our last man.
- Grant DeMarco?
- Not a clue…he’s Joel’s buddy.
- No shit…it is you! Fuckin’ hell…
Seth got up from the couch and slapped hands with the man who just entered, pulling him close and patting him on the back. The guy had thin frame glasses that outlined gentle green eyes. His face had a thin covering of stubble, and his hair was thick and brown, done well. He wore a dress shirt and khaki shorts…nothing that looked too comfortable for camping. I assumed this was probably a first for him as well.
- What are you doing here man? Long time no see!
- Definitely…I just took a year off since High School, and got into the law faculty here in the fall.
- No shit…nice to see you again!
Seth finally turned to face me again, giving Grant the spot beside me on the couch.
- Mark this is Grant, an old friend from High School.
- Nice to meet you.
- Likewise man.
We shook hands, and resumed spots in the sitting room. Conversation continued between the two, catching up on all the news that they’d missed over the past couple years…it was evident that they’d been really close all through grade school. Joel soon jumped his way down the stairs, and into the living room.
- Ready to go fuckers?
Without a word, we all packed ourselves into Seth’s SUV, and drove off towards Wasa Lake. There had been a heat wave that swept through the city a week ago, and hadn’t let up for the past little while. The car ride was sweltering, and parking the car at the edge of the dense woods that led to the Wasa campground was welcome relief. The car smelt of musk, like a gym. We grabbed all of the essentials; two cases of beer, three two-sixes of vodka, our tents, and our backpacks, and headed onto a trail that led towards the lake. It was about a two hour hike to the campground, but according to Joel was “so worth it”, because the lake was completely secluded, and totally empty this time of year. As we began to walk, we understood why…the heat was almost unbearable. Joel led the pack, followed by Grant and Seth, then myself. Suddenly, Grant stopped dead in his tracks.
- Fuck, what a day to wear this shirt. Give me a second.
He began to unbutton his dress shirt from the top, his forehead dripping with sweat, armpits and chest visibly dampened from the heat.
- Awesome idea, replied Seth.
Seth peeled off his own t-shirt, throwing it into his bag. Seth’s days of football definitely showed, his pecs were well defined, and his abs were picture perfect, covered with a fine layer of sun-bleached hair. The waistband of his white boxers showed from the top of his shorts. I glanced over to Grant who had gotten his shirt off, and was now just in a black wife-beater undershirt that he soon peeled off as well, revealing a somewhat whiter, but slightly more defined torso than Seth.
- Damn Grant, do you work out now? Seth asked.
- Yeah I hit the gym now and then.
Joel grinned, and took off his own shirt, knowing full well that the others were no competition for his ripped body. He flexed his abs as he bent down to put his shirt in his bag. Not wanting to be the only one with a shirt on, I took my own off and put it into my bag, very aware of the eyes on me, comparing me to the others. I saw from Grant’s approving glance that I didn’t fall short.
- I’ve got another idea, Joel said reaching into his bag.
He pulled out a six pack of beer, and threw one to each of us. We all cracked them open, and finished them at once, then continued on our walk. The booze began to hit me on an empty stomach in about five minutes, as I staggered a little along the path.
As we continued on the path for another thirty minutes or so, I began to hear rushing to our left through the trees, as we walked alongside a river that fed Wasa Lake. The tree’s eventually thinned out and the rushing water gained volume. We came to a clearing in the tree’s along the path that revealed a small waterfall. The water was deep grey, and almost looked black at the base of the falls where the river ran deepest.
- Do you guys want to stop for a dip to cool off? Seth asked.
- Absolutely, I replied with vigor.
We made our way to the enormous boulder that lined the falls at the very top, and dropped our bags. Joel stayed behind to take a piss in the bushes. All shirtless, I expected that we’d jump right in, as I pondered who would be the first to do so. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Seth shed his shorts, now wearing only his white boxers that I’d seen previous. He scratched along the side of his balls, and tugged slightly at them, away from the fabric. His leg shook out, as Joel approached him from behind and pulled down his underwear a couple inches, exposing a bridge of dense brown hair that lined his dick. Seth pulled up his boxers quickly.
- Get in the water you fucker.
- Gladly! Joel answered, removing his own shorts to reveal blue plaid boxers.
He jumped off of the boulder and into the water, popping up with a yelp to let us know how cold it was. Seth laughed,
- Ha ha! Nice undies man…I can see nothing has changed since High School.
- Fuck off, Grant replied.
I looked over to my left where Grant had been standing, to see him nearly stark nude, wearing a pair of tight white briefs that were a couple sizes too small for him. It was evident that Grant was well endowed, by the defined bulge that stuck out from his hip line. He stepped out of his shorts, and was the second to jump in.
- Coming? Seth asked.
I was instantly terrified, as I realized that the underwear I decided to wear today was a pair of black boxer briefs. Would he say something like he’d said to Grant? I felt like I was in the High School locker room again, petrified as to what the other guys would think of me. Seth stared me down as I undid the top button of my shorts and let them fall. He grinned, and took off, jumping into the cold water below. I followed suit, and soon we were all splashing around in the water, trying to dunk each other.
When we got out of the water, we sprawled out on the rocks to dry up a bit, and slipped on our shorts. I couldn’t help but notice how the water had made Seth’s shorts almost see through, and it was easy to see his thick bush of pubic hair that lined his member underneath. We threw on our shorts after awhile, except for Joel, who decided to just pack them up so they wouldn’t get wet. He led the pack again, now only wearing his sopping wet boxers that revealed a bit of his ass crack, which went unnoticed as a result of his second beer shot-gunned at the river, as we continued down the trail towards our campsite.
The sun beat down on us, as we trudged our way finally into a small clearing in the trees, where there was a patch of worn down grass, and a circle of rocks for a campfire. We set down our packs, and automatically went to work. I felt an unexpected surge of masculinity hit me, as it did to the others, as we went to work setting up camp, showing each other up with “how much we knew about camping and the outdoors”. Seth and Joel went to work on setting up two tents outside of the fire, Joel still just in his now dry blue boxers. His broad shoulders glistened in the hot sun as they worked, and his eyes strained as beads of sweat dripped off of his forehead. I went to work grabbing some logs from the woods that surrounded us, and bringing them to Grant who would chop them up on an enormous stump that previous campers had left behind. Eventually we got a fire going, and pulled up a couple logs to sit on around the fire.
Joel was convinced that when his pack had twisted and toppled him over, something got “fucked up” with his back. His persistent whining about the pain he felt finally led to him convincing Grant to give him a backrub in their tent. Joel grinned at us as he followed Grant in, obviously aware of what a sucker Grant was. Seth and I chuckled and shook our heads as we poked and prodded the fire. The sun was already setting on our campsite, which should bring welcome relief from the torrent of heat that it had brought earlier in the day. Seth opened another beer,
- Man thanks for inviting me on this trip, I think it’s going to be a blast. I can’t believe that Grant is here too.
- Yeah that’s too weird that you guys knew each other already.
- He dated Sasha well before I did in High School, but things got in the way with her friends I think.
- Ah. How are things going with Sasha?
- Really, really well…why?
- …just asking.
- Sorry. I just…know what the general consensus is on Sasha, and it gets tiring to have to hear the same questions again and again, you know?
- Totally, don’t worry about it.
We sat in silence for awhile, staring into the fire, as the sky blackened. The heat hadn’t let up yet, as the ground beneath us now served as the source of radiating warmth.
- How about you? Any girls on the horizon?
- None that I’m looking to get serious with, I suppose.
- Atta boy!
It was true, there weren’t any that I’d considered actually having a relationship, but what I didn’t mention was that there weren’t any girls on the horizon…period. My last relationship was a couple years ago, and ended so badly that I’d sworn off of anything remotely serious ever since. Even going to bars, I found myself just apathetic to wanting to pick up anyone for the night, even when there were girls lined up to be with someone in the fraternity. Luckily, my disinterest for girls at the moment had gone completely unnoticed by the brothers. I was by no means questioning my sexuality, but trying to just let things come my way instead of chasing them down and forging my own fate. I glanced over at Seth who was looking down at the earth between his feet.
- What’s on your mind? I asked.
- Oh, nothing. I just—
Joel tossed a stick into the fire as he came jogging in from the woods, sending a flurry of sparks up into the sky. He was still in his boxers, as he took a seat by the fire, followed by Grant.
- So guys, what do you say. Let’s finish off this case!
Seth laughed to himself as Joel threw him another beer. Grant took a seat beside me, sweat gleaming off of his stomach and chest. Joel chimed in,
- It’s fucking hot, why are you guys still dressed like it’s winter?
- He’s right, Seth replied.
Soon enough, Seth’s own shorts were off, and he was down to his white boxers again, his legs spread wide as he sat, his elbows resting on his knees, his beer held lazily in his hand. Grant nodded along,
- Alright well fuck you guys, laugh all you want.
He slipped off his shorts to reveal the tight briefs that he was sporting earlier. He lifted his leg a little to take the shorts off, then tossed them aside, his hands returning to his balls to pull them slightly away from his body. Joel grinned, his eyes fixated on Grant’s bulge, a million jokes and comments brewing in his head. I was soon down to my underwear as well with the guys, all of us sitting around the fire nearly naked, finishing off the remaining beer for the day.
The heat didn’t let up through the night, our bodies glistening in the glow of the fire, boxers clinging to our skin, riding up our thighs, our dicks hanging down low in the sweltering temperature. Talked turned to sex, as Joel started to list the best blowjobs he’d gotten on campus, and from which girls, giving us advice on who to go to when we needed a fix. He left no details out, describing everything from the way they looked up at you as they sucked you off, to how much they could swallow, to if they licked balls or not, to how long it took them to finish; anything and everything.
Fully entertained and ready to hit the sack pretty soon, we began to wrap things up. Joel stood up to grab the last beer, and I couldn’t help but glance over to the slight tent in his boxers that he attempted to hide by leaning over a bit as he reached towards the cooler. I quickly looked away for fear of being caught, but couldn’t help but think what his dick looked like…if his attitude had anything to back it up. My mind wandered into the point of view that countless numbers of drunken co-eds had after he’d convinced them to give him head. I quickly headed towards my tent to avoid any embarrassment of my own. The fire crackled as Grant and Seth pissed on the remaining coals. Seth eventually joined me in my tent, and we fell asleep quickly on top of our sleeping bags. The camp was already becoming home to us, and we were growing close and comfortable like brothers with every minute. Hours would pass through the night, and the next day would bring us even closer.
