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I opened my sleepy eyes. The bright light coming in my window made me squint my eyes. My alarm clock was showing 10:03. It was such a good feeling knowing that I had nothing that needed doing today. I stretched and rolled over under my covers. The soft sheets felt good on my naked body as I moved around between them. My penis was hard and I pushed it down against the sheet and dry humped my bed a few times. I couldn’t sleep anymore, but I didn’t want to get out of bed. I bunched up my pillow and hugged it as I stretched my legs. This was my favorite time of the day. It was like cuddle time with my bed.
After a while tossing and turning, and enjoying the softness of my bed I came to rest on my back. I looked around the room as I thought about what to do today. On the floor were my dirty clothes that I had taken off when I went to bed. My grey Hollister boxer briefs were the closest thing to my bed because they were the last thing I took off before I went climbed into it.
Even though it was my underwear it still turned me on looking at it. I reached down and grabbed the boxers, buried my nose in them and smelled them. I only wore them for a day, but they smelled like my penis. I set them back down and pushed my covers off. I ran my hands across my chest. I was impressed by the development there since I started working out five months ago. At twenty five years of age I was my best shape in my life to date. My chest was hard now. It used to be kind of squishy. I moved my hands and my attention to my stomach. My abs weren’t ripped, but you could see them now, the fact that I can see progress is what matters.
Then I reached down and felt my ball sac. I could feel a little stubble on it. I guess that will be one thing on the list today. I need to shave my balls. I ran my finger up my dick to the head. I brushed the tip of my finger back and forth very lightly on the tip of my dick just under my piss hole. I tried to keep my dick still when I did this but it would jump a little because it was so pleasurable.
I was ready to masturbate but I couldn’t just yet. I needed something to think about when I did it. I closed my eyes and searched my memories for a suitable fictional situation to think about.
I have some really good fictional stories in my head, but I can only use a story or situation for so long and then it loses its ability to turn me on. I pictured some of the old ones to see if they would do it for me.
In one of my stories I get hired as a waiter in a private restaurant and find out that I have to do the job naked. Or the one where some guy is the aggressive one and he fucks me in the locker room in front of another guy who wanted to watch. But I decided on an old favorite, camping. I always use the same imaginary guy in my jack off stories - his name is Vince, and he only exists in my mind.
I spat in my hand and grabbed my shaft. I slowly stroked it, closed my eyes and disappeared into the porn in my mind.
Vince and I were camping and we had already set up our tent. We decided to go for a hike before it got dark. We were about two miles away and it had been a warm day. But the sky was getting darker and we decided we should go back. We still had a long way to go when we started feeling rain drops. The skies got darker and the rain started pounding. In no time we were completely soaked. I look at Vince and he has water droplets running down his face. His short dark hair is soaked. His wet t-shirt is sticking to his chest and arms. It looked like he was shirtless and someone had tried to paint a shirt on him. His defined chest muscles and nipples show through very clearly.
When we get to camp we realized that our backpacks were left outside. All of our clothes were soaked. Luckily our sleeping bags were dry inside our tent. Both of us shivered in our cold wet clothes.
I told Vince, “We need to get out of these clothes.”
Back in reality I start to jack off a little harder and a little faster.
Vince takes off his shirt, shoes and socks then says, “We should put up a clothes line. I know it’s raining now but they will dry when it stops.”
So I help him put up a rope between two trees. I watch the shirtless Vince tie one end around a tree as high up as he can reach. Rainwater runs through his hair, across his face, and down his muscular chest. His jeans are soaked and riding really low on him due to their weight. They are so low I can see the “V” where his stomach ends and his legs begin. His bare feet are standing in mud. It isn’t very deep but I can see it squish in between his toes.
When he is done with his end of the line I reach up and start to tie my end.
I start to tie a knot in it and Vince walks up and says, “Let me hold the line tight when you do that.”
He walks up behind me and reaches over his head and behind himself and grabs the rope. He pulls it tight showing off the underside of his flexed wet arms. Water is even flowing through his arm pit hair. After I tie my end we go over to the tent.
Vince’s feet are all muddy, so I went down to the creek and filled a bucket with water. Vince had stripped down to his boxers and he was lying in the tent with his muddy feet out the door. I slowly poured water on his feet with one hand and rubbed the mud off with the other. I made sure to get in between his toes and rub everything off their bottoms. Vince pulled his feet in the tent and I undressed. After I stripped naked I climbed in the tent. I pulled the opening to my sleeping bag open and I was just starting to get in.
Vince asked, “You’re sleeping naked?”
“My underwear is all wet, I don’t want to get my sleeping bag wet or I will never warm up.”
Vince reached into his sleeping bag and rustled around getting his underwear off but he hid his nakedness very well.
The sleeping bag soaked up the water that was still on my body as I climbed in. Now my sleeping bag was damp. After a few minutes I told Vince I was still cold and we should sleep together to keep warm.
We both got out of our sleeping bags and unzipped them completely. It was a clumsy maneuver in such a small tent. Our naked bodies bumped into each other. I saw an opportunity when Vince was turning around. His butt was right in front of my face so I acted like it was an accident and smashed my face into it. His cheeks felt cold on my face and I could feel goose bumps on it.
Our limp dicks hung down as we moved around on all fours unzipping. We put my sleeping bag on bottom and his on top then crawled between them.
Vince turned his back to me and tried to avoid touching. I was going for it though. If he lashed out at me for doing it I could just say I was doing it for warmth. It was a perfect excuse.
I press up against Vince’s back, spooning with him. He doesn’t move. My cold limp dick presses up against his cold butt cheeks. I put my arm over him and press my palm into his chest. He put his hand over mine and pushes it harder into his chest, almost like he was hugging my arm. I wouldn’t need my excuse. He feels very cold all over. I could feel him shivering and he has goose bumps all over. After a little while I could feel warmth. It started between my chest and his back. Then the upper part of his legs that were against mine started to warm up. As we started to warm up I started to get a hard-on. I knew Vince could feel it growing.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”
“That’s ok, it’s very warm,” Vince said as he pushed his butt into me.
Almost involuntarily I started to move my hips. A little at first, then slowly I got more intense. Vince started to move his hips in unison with me. I could feel his heartbeat speed up and he starts breathing harder.
“That feels good,” Vince said in a low voice that betrayed his arousal.
I took the next step and started to explore him with my hand. I could feel warmth in certain areas although some parts of him were still chilled.
“Put it in me,” Vince whispered.
I want to get up and do him doggie style but it was too cold. So I spit in my hand and lathered up my dick as we lay in the combined sleeping bags. It was dark now and my first attempt at his hole was off, I was in his crack but not low enough to hit his hole. I ran the head of my dick down until I heard him moan lightly. I could feel it under the head of my dick. It went from his smooth crack to a moist warm sensitive spot. I pushed my saliva slicked penis into him. He was so warm on the inside. I started slowly. Enjoying the feeling of Vince’s insides sliding past my wet dick as it slowly entered and exited him.
I snapped out of the story for a moment and I took my idle hand and started using it too. After I pushed my one hand all the way down my shaft I wrapped the other hand around the top of my shaft and head. I held my hands still and moved my hips to fuck my hands. I imagined it was Vince’s asshole in an attempt to put myself into the story, make it more real to me.
We both warmed up from having sex and it was very warm now. It continued to get warmer from the friction of the sleeping bags as I thrust into Vince. To mix it up a little a pulled out until only the head was in him. I made small strokes so that the head of my dick poked it and out of his ass hole. Then without warning I would sink it in him until my body slammed up against him. I would leave my dick in him with my hips pushing hard against him and move around so that my dick would push up against different spots in his hole.
Then I decided it was time, both in real life and in my story...
I propped up Vince on all fours and started fucking him doggie style. I was really hammering him hard. I had to grab his shoulders to keep him still when my ass muscles flexed and drove my body into him. Vince’s hands both had a handful of the sleeping bags and he was grasping them so tightly his knuckles were white. I felt the sensation, I had to make a decision, slow down and let it pass or have an orgasm. I tightened up the muscles in my ass and pushed on. The feeling started at my balls and then went over my body. And there was an uncontrollable urge to hold my dick in Vince. A primal urge to release my cum inside him. I bent over and wrapped my arms around his torso and squeezed him tightly to keep him still. Then the feeling of my cum. I could feel it traveling down the shaft of my dick then another rush of pleasure over my body as it released into Vince’s asshole. My chest stayed anchored to Vince’s back as I held him tightly, but my hips kept thrusting as I deposited more cum into him. There was a little less friction now because there was so much cum lubricating his hole. But the head of my dick was really sensitive now. And the urge to keep fucking him was gone.
I opened my eyes to my sun filled bedroom. I looked down at the cum on my chest. I was still holding my dick with both hands. My body relaxed and the cum on my chest started to cool off. I closed my eyes to finish.
I imagined Vince letting his knees slide backwards and letting his body down while I kept my dick inside him. I imagined laying there on top of him. Our warm sweaty bodies were starting to cool off and our breathing returning to normal. My dick was going limp in his cum filled hole as I pulled the sleeping bag over us to keep us warm.
That was enough masturbation for now. I got out of bed and walked down the hall to my bathroom. I could still smell the cum on my chest. I took a quick shower and shaved my ball sac. After I dried myself off I opened the door to leave the bathroom. A rush of cool air hit my naked body as I left the bathroom’s humid warmth. I love the feeling of walking barefoot on carpet and letting my penis dangle freely at the same time. The curtains in my room were open, but I thought it would be pretty hard for someone to see in, especially since the room was on the second story. Never the less, I liked the fact that it was possible that someone could see me. Let them watch if they wanted to.
I put on a thin pair of shorts that went down to my knees. They were the silky smooth kind basketball players wear. I didn’t wear underwear since I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.
I walked downstairs and watched some TV. I looked for something with an attractive guy in it. I stopped on a soap opera for a moment, just because the guy in it was hot. While I watched I pulled down my shorts to see how I did with my balls. They felt nice. I didn’t miss any hair on them. I continued to roll them around in my hand as I watched TV. I didn’t get hard, and I wasn’t really all that horny, it just felt nice.
I thought I was going to enjoy the day just doing nothing but I can’t stand just sitting here. I put on some underwear, a tank top, my shoes, and low cut white socks. I walked outside into a burst of hot air. I didn’t realize how hot it was as I had been sitting in my air conditioned house. I walked down the street to the gym and as I entered I thought to myself that they were overdoing it with the air conditioner in here. It was cold.
There were three people working out. I did a quick scan to see if I was interested in anyone. One guy was about 60, no. A woman in her early 20’s was running on the tread mill, she looked my direction for a while as I walked in. She was interested, I wasn’t. Then there was a young guy that I guessed to be in his very early twenties or late teens. I knew he had to be at least eighteen as that was the minimum age for the gym’s membership.
My god he was cute! He was shorter than me, maybe 5’10” or so, about 155 lbs. He was just lying down on the bench press. I quickly went to work out next to him.
To be continued....
After a while tossing and turning, and enjoying the softness of my bed I came to rest on my back. I looked around the room as I thought about what to do today. On the floor were my dirty clothes that I had taken off when I went to bed. My grey Hollister boxer briefs were the closest thing to my bed because they were the last thing I took off before I went climbed into it.
Even though it was my underwear it still turned me on looking at it. I reached down and grabbed the boxers, buried my nose in them and smelled them. I only wore them for a day, but they smelled like my penis. I set them back down and pushed my covers off. I ran my hands across my chest. I was impressed by the development there since I started working out five months ago. At twenty five years of age I was my best shape in my life to date. My chest was hard now. It used to be kind of squishy. I moved my hands and my attention to my stomach. My abs weren’t ripped, but you could see them now, the fact that I can see progress is what matters.
Then I reached down and felt my ball sac. I could feel a little stubble on it. I guess that will be one thing on the list today. I need to shave my balls. I ran my finger up my dick to the head. I brushed the tip of my finger back and forth very lightly on the tip of my dick just under my piss hole. I tried to keep my dick still when I did this but it would jump a little because it was so pleasurable.
I was ready to masturbate but I couldn’t just yet. I needed something to think about when I did it. I closed my eyes and searched my memories for a suitable fictional situation to think about.
I have some really good fictional stories in my head, but I can only use a story or situation for so long and then it loses its ability to turn me on. I pictured some of the old ones to see if they would do it for me.
In one of my stories I get hired as a waiter in a private restaurant and find out that I have to do the job naked. Or the one where some guy is the aggressive one and he fucks me in the locker room in front of another guy who wanted to watch. But I decided on an old favorite, camping. I always use the same imaginary guy in my jack off stories - his name is Vince, and he only exists in my mind.
I spat in my hand and grabbed my shaft. I slowly stroked it, closed my eyes and disappeared into the porn in my mind.
Vince and I were camping and we had already set up our tent. We decided to go for a hike before it got dark. We were about two miles away and it had been a warm day. But the sky was getting darker and we decided we should go back. We still had a long way to go when we started feeling rain drops. The skies got darker and the rain started pounding. In no time we were completely soaked. I look at Vince and he has water droplets running down his face. His short dark hair is soaked. His wet t-shirt is sticking to his chest and arms. It looked like he was shirtless and someone had tried to paint a shirt on him. His defined chest muscles and nipples show through very clearly.
When we get to camp we realized that our backpacks were left outside. All of our clothes were soaked. Luckily our sleeping bags were dry inside our tent. Both of us shivered in our cold wet clothes.
I told Vince, “We need to get out of these clothes.”
Back in reality I start to jack off a little harder and a little faster.
Vince takes off his shirt, shoes and socks then says, “We should put up a clothes line. I know it’s raining now but they will dry when it stops.”
So I help him put up a rope between two trees. I watch the shirtless Vince tie one end around a tree as high up as he can reach. Rainwater runs through his hair, across his face, and down his muscular chest. His jeans are soaked and riding really low on him due to their weight. They are so low I can see the “V” where his stomach ends and his legs begin. His bare feet are standing in mud. It isn’t very deep but I can see it squish in between his toes.
When he is done with his end of the line I reach up and start to tie my end.
I start to tie a knot in it and Vince walks up and says, “Let me hold the line tight when you do that.”
He walks up behind me and reaches over his head and behind himself and grabs the rope. He pulls it tight showing off the underside of his flexed wet arms. Water is even flowing through his arm pit hair. After I tie my end we go over to the tent.
Vince’s feet are all muddy, so I went down to the creek and filled a bucket with water. Vince had stripped down to his boxers and he was lying in the tent with his muddy feet out the door. I slowly poured water on his feet with one hand and rubbed the mud off with the other. I made sure to get in between his toes and rub everything off their bottoms. Vince pulled his feet in the tent and I undressed. After I stripped naked I climbed in the tent. I pulled the opening to my sleeping bag open and I was just starting to get in.
Vince asked, “You’re sleeping naked?”
“My underwear is all wet, I don’t want to get my sleeping bag wet or I will never warm up.”
Vince reached into his sleeping bag and rustled around getting his underwear off but he hid his nakedness very well.
The sleeping bag soaked up the water that was still on my body as I climbed in. Now my sleeping bag was damp. After a few minutes I told Vince I was still cold and we should sleep together to keep warm.
We both got out of our sleeping bags and unzipped them completely. It was a clumsy maneuver in such a small tent. Our naked bodies bumped into each other. I saw an opportunity when Vince was turning around. His butt was right in front of my face so I acted like it was an accident and smashed my face into it. His cheeks felt cold on my face and I could feel goose bumps on it.
Our limp dicks hung down as we moved around on all fours unzipping. We put my sleeping bag on bottom and his on top then crawled between them.
Vince turned his back to me and tried to avoid touching. I was going for it though. If he lashed out at me for doing it I could just say I was doing it for warmth. It was a perfect excuse.
I press up against Vince’s back, spooning with him. He doesn’t move. My cold limp dick presses up against his cold butt cheeks. I put my arm over him and press my palm into his chest. He put his hand over mine and pushes it harder into his chest, almost like he was hugging my arm. I wouldn’t need my excuse. He feels very cold all over. I could feel him shivering and he has goose bumps all over. After a little while I could feel warmth. It started between my chest and his back. Then the upper part of his legs that were against mine started to warm up. As we started to warm up I started to get a hard-on. I knew Vince could feel it growing.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”
“That’s ok, it’s very warm,” Vince said as he pushed his butt into me.
Almost involuntarily I started to move my hips. A little at first, then slowly I got more intense. Vince started to move his hips in unison with me. I could feel his heartbeat speed up and he starts breathing harder.
“That feels good,” Vince said in a low voice that betrayed his arousal.
I took the next step and started to explore him with my hand. I could feel warmth in certain areas although some parts of him were still chilled.
“Put it in me,” Vince whispered.
I want to get up and do him doggie style but it was too cold. So I spit in my hand and lathered up my dick as we lay in the combined sleeping bags. It was dark now and my first attempt at his hole was off, I was in his crack but not low enough to hit his hole. I ran the head of my dick down until I heard him moan lightly. I could feel it under the head of my dick. It went from his smooth crack to a moist warm sensitive spot. I pushed my saliva slicked penis into him. He was so warm on the inside. I started slowly. Enjoying the feeling of Vince’s insides sliding past my wet dick as it slowly entered and exited him.
I snapped out of the story for a moment and I took my idle hand and started using it too. After I pushed my one hand all the way down my shaft I wrapped the other hand around the top of my shaft and head. I held my hands still and moved my hips to fuck my hands. I imagined it was Vince’s asshole in an attempt to put myself into the story, make it more real to me.
We both warmed up from having sex and it was very warm now. It continued to get warmer from the friction of the sleeping bags as I thrust into Vince. To mix it up a little a pulled out until only the head was in him. I made small strokes so that the head of my dick poked it and out of his ass hole. Then without warning I would sink it in him until my body slammed up against him. I would leave my dick in him with my hips pushing hard against him and move around so that my dick would push up against different spots in his hole.
Then I decided it was time, both in real life and in my story...
I propped up Vince on all fours and started fucking him doggie style. I was really hammering him hard. I had to grab his shoulders to keep him still when my ass muscles flexed and drove my body into him. Vince’s hands both had a handful of the sleeping bags and he was grasping them so tightly his knuckles were white. I felt the sensation, I had to make a decision, slow down and let it pass or have an orgasm. I tightened up the muscles in my ass and pushed on. The feeling started at my balls and then went over my body. And there was an uncontrollable urge to hold my dick in Vince. A primal urge to release my cum inside him. I bent over and wrapped my arms around his torso and squeezed him tightly to keep him still. Then the feeling of my cum. I could feel it traveling down the shaft of my dick then another rush of pleasure over my body as it released into Vince’s asshole. My chest stayed anchored to Vince’s back as I held him tightly, but my hips kept thrusting as I deposited more cum into him. There was a little less friction now because there was so much cum lubricating his hole. But the head of my dick was really sensitive now. And the urge to keep fucking him was gone.
I opened my eyes to my sun filled bedroom. I looked down at the cum on my chest. I was still holding my dick with both hands. My body relaxed and the cum on my chest started to cool off. I closed my eyes to finish.
I imagined Vince letting his knees slide backwards and letting his body down while I kept my dick inside him. I imagined laying there on top of him. Our warm sweaty bodies were starting to cool off and our breathing returning to normal. My dick was going limp in his cum filled hole as I pulled the sleeping bag over us to keep us warm.
That was enough masturbation for now. I got out of bed and walked down the hall to my bathroom. I could still smell the cum on my chest. I took a quick shower and shaved my ball sac. After I dried myself off I opened the door to leave the bathroom. A rush of cool air hit my naked body as I left the bathroom’s humid warmth. I love the feeling of walking barefoot on carpet and letting my penis dangle freely at the same time. The curtains in my room were open, but I thought it would be pretty hard for someone to see in, especially since the room was on the second story. Never the less, I liked the fact that it was possible that someone could see me. Let them watch if they wanted to.
I put on a thin pair of shorts that went down to my knees. They were the silky smooth kind basketball players wear. I didn’t wear underwear since I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.
I walked downstairs and watched some TV. I looked for something with an attractive guy in it. I stopped on a soap opera for a moment, just because the guy in it was hot. While I watched I pulled down my shorts to see how I did with my balls. They felt nice. I didn’t miss any hair on them. I continued to roll them around in my hand as I watched TV. I didn’t get hard, and I wasn’t really all that horny, it just felt nice.
I thought I was going to enjoy the day just doing nothing but I can’t stand just sitting here. I put on some underwear, a tank top, my shoes, and low cut white socks. I walked outside into a burst of hot air. I didn’t realize how hot it was as I had been sitting in my air conditioned house. I walked down the street to the gym and as I entered I thought to myself that they were overdoing it with the air conditioner in here. It was cold.
There were three people working out. I did a quick scan to see if I was interested in anyone. One guy was about 60, no. A woman in her early 20’s was running on the tread mill, she looked my direction for a while as I walked in. She was interested, I wasn’t. Then there was a young guy that I guessed to be in his very early twenties or late teens. I knew he had to be at least eighteen as that was the minimum age for the gym’s membership.
My god he was cute! He was shorter than me, maybe 5’10” or so, about 155 lbs. He was just lying down on the bench press. I quickly went to work out next to him.
To be continued....
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